Bloodstained Classic Mode 2 Novels & Stories

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

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.

Leo ran like lightning as soon as his soul was sent to the old building known as Zone XX12. Even though Leo had betrayed Alex once when the leader of the rival vampire clan asked for his help in the case of the Haunted Gallery, Leo could never let Alwex's soul be trapped in Zone XX12 forever.

She fights like someone who decided a long time ago that she would never again be in a position where she needed saving and has been making good on that decision every day since. She fights like a woman who has lost the thing that mattered most to her tonight and has nothing left to protect except the plan. We are not evenly matched. The Moonblood sees to that. Not because I am simply stronger — though I am, in this moment, more than I have ever been. But because the Moonblood is not only power. It is clarity. The ancient specific clarity of something that has been present since before the thrones, before the prophecies, before the wars between packs that frightened everyone into trying to d

They underestimated my preference for chaos. A car idled near the shoulder—its engine an impatient growl. The hunters piled out, boots slamming gravel, flashlights stabbing like accusatory fingers. My mouth filled with the metallic tang of too-old blood at the same time I heard a laugh. Not a hunter's laugh. Different. It slid across the highway like someone who'd shown up late to a party and been disappointed to find it already in flames.

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting itself into place. Screams and howls of pain fill the air, dulled only by the trees and my own pain consuming me. Canines lengthening and claws stretching out, and yet, still I can feel my body is covered in something warm and wet. I sniff the air. Blood. So much blood. Sweet, warm, red liquid copper. Soon the pain dulls to warm rather than hot, and screams become howls and growls in the distance. I join in, yanking and pulling at the chain until my neck hurts so much I think my head might fall right off my shoulders. And then, everything goes black.

someone growls over my shoulder, the tone has a no nonsense effect to it, all humor dead to it. The trembling hands holding me disappear, the sound of feet running echoing in my earshot. “Belle, I said run, dammit I said get out of here!” Camilla screams, my attention drawing to the hammer in her hands dripping with blood, just like her clothes. My vision begins to blur, darkness consuming me as I fall to my assumed death, but it never comes.