Bloodstained Endings Novels & Stories

Her love, her grief, her fight. Lila pressed her scarred hand, Etienne’s ghost smiling. “Moreau blood.” Her choice, her life. I dragged myself forward, blood pouring, pressing my hand to the tablet. “Vasquez blood. My truth.” Javier’s death, the loan, the cancer, the lies—poured in. Rosa’s voice was steel. “All the family.” Her code, her machete, her heart. We pushed. Our blood, our love, our legacy—Vasquez, Kane, Moreau, Rosa—flooded the river. It screamed, a sound of collapsing worlds, and shattered, dissolving into ash that swirled upward, forming a single red petal.

With endings. The world tilts every time I blink. Sounds come and go distant howls, the crackle of fire, someone screaming far away but none of it feels real anymore. Blood coats my tongue, metallic and bitter. I try to breathe deeper, but my chest refuses to cooperate. This is how it ends . Not victorious. Not heroic. Just broken bodies on blood-soaked ground. I squeeze Adrian’s hand weakly, desperate for any response. His fingers twitch faintly, barely perceptible, but it’s enough to shatter me.

A memory of how she looked while she still lives with her father flashed in her mind, now, she looked prettier and healthier. She smiled but it faded all of a sudden, images of people mangled and lying. Pictures of the world entirely drenched in red. Bloodstained ruins , bloodied people, bloody mountain of corpse, bloodstained land. Even the skies and clouds were dyed in a frighteningly dense shade of blood. The bloodstained ruins were the halls of a castle, the bloodied corpses were made up of the pack members; some that she was familiar with and others that she has never met. The pool of blood flowed like a river.

Final line: “In the end, the blood between us didn’t bind—it burned. And from that fire, only the ruthless survived.”

Scarlet grabs a knife as though she wanted to plunge it in my direction. “Noooo!” The screams fell on deaf ears. It was too late. Grand-ma stabbed herself with a knife and slipped to the floor bleeding in a pool of her blood. Evil doesn't reward everlasting. The End.

“Blood” Damien froze, staring at the crimson stain on the wood…

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.