Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Endings

"No need for that. I'll go myself. You don’t need to force me to abort Ian's baby!" Karen looked at me with disdain as if she were looking at something dirty. "How dare you call that thing you're carrying Ian's baby! How shameless! You might have deceived him, but not me! This thing must die!" I ended the recording on my phone and looked at Karen meaningfully. "I hope you won't regret this."

Elias Five hours later after much discussion and assurance, and promises made, we were all sitting in a small apartment on the other side of the town. Or most of us were sitting. Harper and Brianna were on the floor, both laid next to each other. Harper was twitching in her sleep, her breathing even, but Brianna was as still as the grave. Sticking out of her stomach was an angel blade. Her white t-shirt was stained with blood and she was, for all intents, dead.

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.

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

" I hit the gas and drove off. In the rearview mirror, their figures grew smaller and smaller. I turned on the music, a bright, cheerful song filling the car. Finally, the tears came. This 'fair exchange,' more than 20 years in the making, had finally come to an end. It was settled. I did not owe anyone anything anymore. My life? It was just beginning.

Epilogue 【Darren’s POV】 The bullet tore through my chest. Blood poured from the wound, staining the floor red. I collapsed onto the cold concrete, my consciousness fading. But in a strange way, I felt a moment of perfect clarity. All the fog had lifted. I finally saw the truth. Scarlett had never betrayed me. The letters, the photos, they were all Angelina's tricks. And I was the biggest fool in the world. I remembered Scarlett when she was pregnant.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

Seraphine stumbled back, eyes fixed on the Moonbane blade buried in her chest. “No way,” she rasped. “This can’t… I’m supposed to be… forever…” I twisted the blade free. My stomach turned at the sound. “Hey, nothing lasts forever,” I said. “Everything ends eventually. You just stuck around longer than most.” She dropped to her knees. Black sludge, her blood, I guess, poured out and pooled around her. It smelled like burnt rubber and old mistakes.