Bloodstained Classic Mode Novels & Stories

Belle gasped and her eyes went wide. Alba, with a revolver on her gloved-hand, had been standing behind Annabella when she unexpectedly fell face down onto the hard surface of the carpeted floor. Annabella started to shiver and moan on the ground, as Alba aimed the rifle at her head without any hesitation.

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.

We stared at them for a while before sighing. " And that's how you deal with bitches...." Ariana muttered victoriously. " By giving them a taste of their own medicine." I glanced at her and smiled. She did too. " Pound it." We said together as we made a fist bump. Game over.

Umalingawngaw sa buong silid ang anunsyo na iyon. “You will pass three consecutive rooms. The Carnage, The Apparition, and the Tribunal of Penance. With every room, a great amount of recruits will be taken out until there are only 12 remaining. There are 76 recruits in total, and within an hour and thirty minutes, you must be able to eliminate as many opponents as possible.” The metal door opened and some guys wearing red hoods entered the room, pushing a cart covered with a wide white cloth. There were a total of five carts.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

She was mixing English and Italian again. "Left. We would reach our back up area faster." As our car was moving we found two more new black cars behind us. Out of nowhere the firing starts. She wasn't ready for that. When the first bullet hit our car she shouted. "Fanculo" (Fuck). She looked at the rear view mirror and saw the exact position of the cars. Now I saw something that I had only seen in a video game. Myra started driving the car in a zig zag method to dodge the bullets. Randhir was shocked to his core. I was wondering whether I was actually seeing a scene from a movie or not.

JACE W. -*- Blood floods my mouth, thick and metallic, clinging to my tongue. Claws tear into my neck and shoulders, but I ignore the pain, my teeth sinking deeper into my opponent's throat. I don't stop until my canines scrape against bone. A sickening gargle bubbles from his bloodied maw as I wrench myself free, leaving a gaping wound in my wake. His body convulses, collapsing into the growing crimson pool beneath him. I release my grip, already scanning the battlefield for my next target.

It wasn't raining anymore and I was back in the room with the mirror, blood began to stain my white dress and it spread all over, my eyes were black with no visible white spaces. My reflection jumped out of the mirror and held me by the throat, choking me. I struggled to fight her off and thought I was going to die, when it all changed again and I was in a field again. The moon high above the earth and there was fighting just like last time, it was the exact same thing. A head rolled to my feet, blood splattered across my face, my hands shook as there was so much blood on my hand, but something was a bit different. There was also silver blood on my hand as well, was I bleeding silver? Was so

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

Blood stained the ground below. And in the shadows, Clara hid her trembling hands, forcing a calm smile even as her heart whispered, *The game has changed. Danger has come, even for me.* The poisoned water spread through the pack, and the night of joy turned into a night of blood.**