Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Bloodless

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

Both side slam into each-other in a flurry of blood curtailing screeches, howls and other noses I’ve never heard before. Blood spills around my feet covering my silk dress in its crimson color, { Ferrah’s Memory ends}

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

“That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them. “Then, the Red Nation who had become shapeshifters came together to fight the Bats. When injured, they finally realized that their blood was no longer red. It was then that the Reds as well as the Fangs began to call themselves according to the color of their respective blood. This incident marked the beginning of a peaceful split between

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

He never realized he was blinding himself. A heavy, squelching step echoed through the cavern, accompanied by a thick, suffocating aura of raw, unadulterated malice. The Leader of the Blood-born stepped out of the shadows. The entity was a towering nightmare—a creature so deeply corrupted by the dark primordial ooze that its original line was completely unrecognizable. Its flesh was a shifting mass of translucent, charcoal-grey muscle, and its eyes were hollow sockets burning with a volatile, liquid crimson light. Black, corrosive saliva dripped from its jagged maw, sizzling against the stone floor. It stared down at Malakai’s shriveled form with a mixture of animalistic hunger and deep, imp

That’s how we talk here. “I want it stopped.” His eyes finally flicked to me—cold, pale blue, same color as mine but without any warmth left in them. “Quietly. No bodies in the river this time. We’re trying to keep the peace with the Italians until the wedding talks are finalized.” There it was. The wedding.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.