Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Bloodless

Celeste. Underneath her name was a single, clinical entry: Extraction successful. Settlement diverted to London account 4402. Subject 2 neutralized via induced cardiac event. I felt a coldness settle in my marrow that no winter could match. Induced cardiac event. He hadn’t just paid for her silence; he had paid for her heart to stop. He had killed the only thing I had ever loved to ensure the “merger” was clean. But it was the entry below hers that made my breath stop.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

A power born of the past, —a vengeance against the bodies it left behind. Silence hung heavy in the room like a buried dagger, broken only by ragged breaths and the pungent smell of fresh blood that wafted from the walls. The priest, his long black robe trailing on the floor, stared hopefully. Her face was mangled, her arms torn, her nails mercilessly digging into her flesh. Blood trickled down in thin streams, dripping onto the floor, transforming the scene into something almost unbearable.

Like it’s waiting. Kael exhales through his nose. Finally speaks. “They didn’t use blood,” he says. His voice is flat, but I hear the crack under it. “They used truth.” I meet his eyes. For once, he doesn’t look away. “Good. I’m done bleeding for men like him.”

The silence that follows is heavier than any noise: it screams everything that words refuse. Alexandre lies on the tiled floor, his shirt open, a dark stain spreading under his neck. He does not move. His breath is weak, like a sheet barely lifted. Beside him, a tipped glass greens the light; a pool of liquid blends with something more terrible. Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away.

Alexander dropped the bloodied blade onto a table at the entrance of the room and pulled open the door, uncaring about the crimson fingerprints he left behind. Alexander stared in the mirror above the sink, he’d escaped the gory affair without getting blood on his face and he silently praised himself. The blood on his hands and arms swirled in the sink till it disappeared down the drain and only when the water finally ran clear did he shut off the tap.

I rushed to the first one, twisting the knob and pushing it open. It wasn't a way out but a storage room. The shelves were lined with boxes, dusty sacks, and piles of old bottles. I slammed the door shut and ran to the next. My chest tightened when I stepped inside. This room was different. The walls were lined with knives, blades, and small, short guns. A single chair sat in the middle, stained with blood. Both fresh and darkened blood. My stomach lurched. It was a torture room. I backed out quickly, my palms slick with sweat.

Like what in the world possessed you to do such a thing. But anyways, part of the curse says that on every blood moon, the dead angered spirits buried in the town will arise. If you killed someone for the wrong reason, it's advisable to flee the town on that day because they are granted powers to enact their revenge. Or just don't bury them here. You would be amazed by the number of people who do bury their victims in the town and then forget about it. And end up killed on the red moon. Also known as the blood moon.

Richard Blood everywhere my eyes go—all I can see is blood splattered across the walls, staining the floor, and pooling in gruesome puddles. The metallic scent fills the air, overwhelming my senses and sending chills down my spine. It's sickening to think about the violence that must have occurred in this room. The sight of the blood-soaked scene makes my stomach churn, and I can't help but wonder what led to such a horrifying display. It's a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that can reside within human beings.