Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

There is blood running down the pathways of the forest, staining the leaves. Then everything goes dead.

My mother sat near the back of the room with Lyanna asleep against her shoulder, because our childcare arrangements had not accounted for emergency Council meetings. "Tell us everything," Victoria said to Iris, skipping the usual pleasantries. After the Crescent Moon compound attack, she had developed a very short runway for bad news. Iris laid it out methodically. The Bloodless had first appeared eighteen months ago in Romania, small gatherings of permanently powerless supernatural beings sharing a specific ideology. Unlike Dr. Torres's movement, which had been built on the premise that abilities should be redistributed, the Bloodless believed abilities were inherently destructive, that the

Everything about him is precise, controlled, perfect. Something’s wrong. I crouch down, my fingers brushing the fabric, finding it stiff in places. When I lift it, straightening on my feet, sunlight catches on a clean slice through the shoulder. But it’s the blood that makes my breath catch—dark brown stains spread across the white cotton like a Rorschach test of violence. I’ve never seen him bleed before…

Although physically clean, she still saw the crimson stains, still felt the warmth of the blood lingering on her flesh even though the cold water was drenching her. "Blood... I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely audible."There's blood on my hands." she murmured, her words barely escaping her lips. Killian's brow furrowed in confusion as he observed Amara's trembling hands. There was no trace of blood on her skin. She stared at her hands, watching as the crimson stains deepened, spreading like a malevolent ink on her skin. With each passing moment, the blood seemed to seep and spread further into her skin.

~ At Heavens Fall ~ (cough) "Aren't you making him wait for something that won't come?" Alexis asked her while lying on the ground with a stab wound on his chest. The Starlians don't bleed liquid blood, but rather their blood are particles that leave their body. It's beautiful to see but also sad. Tessia on the other hand was shot on her back by two dark arrows and is also losing blood particles. "You should've left with the others." - Alexis "How can I leave my other half alone?" She replied.

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

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."