Bloodstained Endings Novels & Stories

( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

As they crossed the threshold into the dimly lit bedroom, their eyes widened in shared horror. There, on the edge of the bed, sat Ana—Eloise’s mother her frail frame hunched forward. A steady trickle of blood dripped from her nose onto the faded floral quilt below. But this was no ordinary blood. Instead of the familiar bright crimson, it flowed thick and viscous, an unnatural obsidian black that caught the lamplight with an oily sheen. The metallic stench of rust and decay hung heavy in the air, sharp enough to sting the nostrils and turn the stomach. Each droplet fell with a soft, sickening patter, staining the fabric in dark, spreading blossoms.

A harsh word, and a kick to the face comes next. I wake up to water dripping on my forehead, I wipe it off with my hand and get up, then I realize that my hand smelled odd, like iron and salt. My hand was covered in blood. I look up at the canopy and see Pal’lacon’s body nailed to the ceiling. I look around and find other soldier’s dead. Varkii’ body lies on the ground with a pilum protruding from his belly. Frederick’s neck had been cut, ear to ear. I see a dozen more bodies of other Legionnaires and soldiers with their faces contorted forever frozen in a moment of pain. I draw my sword and prepare to face down whoever had caused this mayhem. I see a person standing under the rain, his clot

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, revealing the room's disarray and the dark stains of blood. I lay on the cold floor, the blood beneath me already congealed into a dark red stain. My college acceptance letter, stained red with blood, lay beside my hand. The metallic smell of blood hung in the air. Without warning, Josephine's scream shattered the morning silence. "Ed!"

The girl who would finally understand that the real monster had never been Marcus. It had been the blood they all shared. And that blood was about to spill into the light for the whole world to see. The janitor smiled as he disappeared into the service elevator. The game was over. But the real ending had only just begun.

Then I tightened my grip. His blows slowed, strength fading. His eyes glazed as his body failed him. I snapped his neck. Sharp. Final. Zender tried to crawl, dragging himself through the dirt, choking on blood. I was already on him. Fear shone in his eyes. He begged—just once. I ignored it. One swift, brutal motion. One final breath. Silence swallowed the clearing. I stood, bloodied and shaking, fur soaked, wolf still snarling beneath my skin as the last traces of moonlight faded. The poison still burned, my wounds screamed, but I was upright.

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

"Wake up!" Lauren sauntered into the room and threw open the blinds, "Oh migos!" She gasped, catching sight of the blood stained bedding. "What happened Emily? There's blood on the sheets!" "I, uh-" Emily's eyes fluttered open immediately, "I- "Your dress, there's blood stains all over. I'll call the doctor." Lauren said frantically.

I didn't know if that was better or worse. --- The trail opened onto a ridge. Below, Ashveil sat in its valley. The maples blazing red. I found the blood twenty feet from the ridge line. Not a wound. A site. Something had happened here and been partially cleaned. The way you clean when you want to remove evidence but are working fast. Dark staining on the rock. Disturbed earth. A broken branch at the wrong angle. The kind of break that happens when weight falls rather than when wind pushes. ---