Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

He was more of a monster than the stories circulated in the shadows, a ruthless killer who relished control over others to do his bidding. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the foreboding gray clouds overhead, a harbinger of impending rain. The scent of moist earth signaled the storm's approach, intensifying the gloom of the day. It seemed that this meeting with David Ross would only add to the darkness.

When Justin averted his eyes to the queen's room , he saw the whole floor filled with the black blood that came out of the queen . " Was......was that....... ? " said Justin who found it hard to believe it . " In the science of medicine , that black thing goes by the name of ' black blood ' . It's blood-filled with illness and poisons . " said doctor Gilbert . " Then.......Kiara...... " said Justin worried .

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Was survival a sin so great that we had to pay for it with blood? The sobs broke free, spilling down my cheeks endlessly. My father’s smile flashed in my mind. My brother’s laughter echoed faintly in my memory. Both ripped away from me. My family was cursed, destroyed… for what? I wiped at my tears with trembling hands, but then froze. My skin. My body. There were no wounds. No bruises. Nothing. I pulled at my clothes… torn, stained with dried blood. The same blood from my wounds yesterday. But my flesh was clean. My body didn’t hurt. Even the stab in my back… gone.

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

Trigger warning. Slight gore. Like, really slight. ____ Motionless, she laid on the floor. The curtain flapping from the wind that was blowing inside, the moonlight glittering down her slit open throat that had blood still sipping out of it, flowing down her neck and dissolving further into her white gown, an inky red stain down her waist line of her dress. Some blood had dripped to the floor too, causing the red sticky liquid to stand out sharply against the grey tikes beneath.

SEVENTY-NINE Anabelle could not comprehend what she was looking at. Bodies were lying everywhere, it was a terrible massacre. She could tell that Amaris was no longer holding back and was indeed doing what she promised to do, to wipe off werewolves. The smell of blood was heavy in the air and the number of bodies only seemed to increase as they drove to the pack house. Amaris had attacked the pack's centre and killed anyone she spotted. Guilt ate at Anabelle as she looked at the cadavers of people that were once so alive.

They were poisoned by my blood. I saw how this man licked the drop of my blood that was dripping from my hand. He also knows the password of my office so he was able to open it and taste my blood more here inside. But minutes later, he was slowly out of breath and shaking. It's as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake. And until he completely lost his breath. I still remember what happened to the snake that also managed to bite me. And maybe my blood is more poisonous than her venom that's why she had been died. I even told Katty that I didn't really kill that snake but I was really unexpected. But that is not my fault.

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.