Bloodstained Endings Novels & Stories

“Then the suffering they were meant to remember becomes free.” The hum spikes sharply. Somewhere behind us, a shout rings out, another voice raised in alarm, another ripple of fear spreading through the castle. Kael swears under his breath. I close my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest, feeling the heartbloom burn like a living brand. Nyxara was right about one thing. Endings don’t erase consequences. They scatter them. I open my eyes. My hands stop shaking. “If this ends,” I say quietly, the words settling into me with terrifying clarity, “it ends by my hands.”

Celeste (in perfect Vinča and Romanian): “I’m not here to wake you for war. I’m here to finish what you started.” The nails scream as they pull themselves free. The lid slides aside. Inside: no body. Just a pool of perfectly preserved blood, black in the darkness, and two crown shards floating in the center like embers in oil. They know me. They rise on their own. I don’t fight it. The shards slide into the silver scar on my forehead like they were always meant to come home.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

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💿 Disc 2 Sub Theme : Walking Into Death's Alley (2) . I look at her again more closely this time and I can't believe I missed it before. Dripping down the side of her neck are two long trails of blood. They flow down her neck until they reach the collar of her white shirt soaking into it. My stomach coils at the sight of the blood and I have to fight back a gag.

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

Before I could react, Lucas’s hand shot out, seizing me by the throat and slamming me onto the table. His grip was crushing, suffocating, as if he truly meant to strangle me. "You think your debt is repaid? That you can just kill someone and walk free?" His voice was ice, laced with fury. "The world doesn’t work that way, Lily!" He finally let go, but the force sent me reeling backward into the wall behind me. A sharp pain exploded in the back of my skull, followed by a warm trickle of liquid seeping down my neck.

Her brows pulled together and she stood from the bed to now walk towards it. Was he nearby? She thought as she moved closer to the door. She held the handle and noticed that it was broken. This made her pull her brows deeper and she slowly pulled the door before stepping out of the room. Immediately her eyes wandered outside, she saw Cassian stepping out of the other room, his eyes darker and somewhat frightening. She was too scared to ask him anything the moment his eyes fell on her, so she lowered her eyes. That was when she saw the blood on his hands and the scars that he had, as if he had gotten into a fight with someone next door.

Our father and daughter moments, the nights when I couldn't sleep and I'll sneak up to lie between the both of them. I looked around one last time before leaving and heading down to the place where I always saw him go to but never knew what exactly went down there. Despite the mask that covered my nose I was hit with a very awful smell probably from the blood of the victims whose lives were taken here years ago. The shelves, files, books and his weapons were all scattered. I noticed a book was opened and a pen was sitting and curiosity led me to see what was in it. I picked it up and looked at the cover to see it was the same black book as the one Don gave me.

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.