Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Bloodless

Covered in lace and dried blood. Waiting.

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.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

However, bright red blood stains were visible on her lovely dress. “Ahh!! Blood!!!”