Bloodstained Classic Mode Novels & Stories

The Beta said that he was learning the Ancient way of combat battle before he was looking at Marina’s speed and precision. Has she trained that way for every attack that the Beta threw at her, she can dodge it and used it against him instead. Caleb was fascinated with her before he saw that Marina was biting into the old Beta’s neck before she snapped it. The wolf whined before the grey arctic eyes of the Beta’s were dimmed before it died. Caleb sucked in a breath before he shifted back to human form. Naked as he was born. The blonde wolf was spitting the blood that was inside her mouth before turned to look at Caleb. He stood up to look at her before approaching Marina with caution. But her

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“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.

Bright arterial blood sprayed across the children's bedsheets, soaking the white cotton in hot crimson. The room grew suddenly, heavy with the thick smell of iron, poison, and death. Inside the nursery, five assassins lay butchered on the floor. Their dark blood pooled around Clara’s boots and stained the edges of Elena’s pale tunic. Outside in the corridor, the sounds of brutal fighting began to fade. Julian stood amidst a pile of broken bodies, his entire chest slick with black and red blood. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders rising and falling, his eyes scanning the dark hallway for any remaining threats.

While Chloe dances on the canvas of continent-level battles, in the remnant basement of the Bloodmoon mansion, the most ancient laws of the jungle are being executed by hearts rotting with revenge. The rancid smell of blood lingered thickly in the damp air. Julian was standing in the middle of a puddle of dirt and groundwater. His shirt had been stripped off, leaving his muscular muscles covered in sweat and blood. His eyes were sunken, filled with red veins, a sign that his sanity had completely snapped. In his right hand, he held a curved silver dagger. A dagger usually used to skin game animals.

Robert stood frozen, a statue of horror, staring at his hands as the realization of his sin began to pierce through his stupor. At that moment, a single, warm drop of blood trailed down Lara’s forehead and seeped into her eye. Her vision turned a violent, visceral red. It was a baptism of gore. She forced her eyes open, the world stained crimson, only to find the ultimate nightmare staring back at her. Suzy… her little witch… her only light… lay slaughtered in the dark.

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.

Glass shattered, screams ripped through the air, and the scent of gunpowder choked the room. Chaos erupted like a dam bursting. People scrambled for cover, bodies colliding in a panicked stampede. My gaze darted around, searching for the source of the carnage. Seven figures, black silhouettes against the flashing lights, had infiltrated the club, their faces obscured by masks, their hands spitting fire.

Baylee gasps glaring at them “No your wrong, everytime they come we will kill them, every time they try to hurt us we will hurt them more, if they want us they will all die, kill him caden, he deserves to die” With that i allow my heat to slowly penetrate through his throat, his scream is slow and painful as i slowly cook his flesh and clot his blood, i burn all the moisture from his body, his face goes blue as every bit of blood left in his body dries up and dies, he goes limp falling to the ground and dying a slow and painful death. “You ready to get out of here baylee?” “Yes please”

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”