Bloodstained: Ritual Of The Night Platforms Novels & Stories

“This was found in on bed and I knew you couldn't possibly had left it there. . No one saw who did. ” Rosy’s stomach dropped. It matched the first one—the same blood-colored paper, the same eerie silence surrounding its arrival. She snatched it from Bianca’s fingers, ignoring the pointed glare she received in return. As she peeled it open, Sergio moved in from behind her, a shadow at her back. Inside was another riddle: I sleep beneath your gilded bed, Where secrets live and cowards bled. Dig too deep and you will find, A truth to rot your precious mind.

Something that had nothing to do with biology or magic. We lay together on the cold stone floor, surrounded by the shadows of wolves and the echoes of ancient rituals, and we waited for the morning. The bond pulsed between us, stronger now, forged in blood and sacrifice and the desperate love of two people who had nowhere else to turn. Morning came slowly. But it came. And with it, hope.

No way. My eyes were red, swollen and puffy, my hair was dishevelled, and a hint of strain and excessive crying still left tear tracks on my face. I sighed and started undressing, stepping out of my nightwear then into the shower. Immediately, I collapsed against the bathtub. I felt another need to cry, to yell, to curse at someone for all my stupid misfortune. What crime did I commit to have been the only daughter of a mafia Don?

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

The final ritual began at the stroke of midnight. The abandoned chapel had become a flooded sanctuary of pure demonic lust. The stone floor was already ankle-deep in a warm, sticky mixture of girl-cum and glowing violet demonic fluids from the previous corruption. Every surface glistened. The air was so thick with the scent of sex, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire.

In this ritual the blood of living humans keeps on flowing out from their seven natural openings until they die and turns in to ‘Black Blood ghost’, once this ritual is completed then the newly formed ‘Black blood Ghost’ keeps reciting the incantation on other living humans. This newly formed ghost are said to be as equally powerful to a malicious ghost, sometime we can consider them as more worst then malicious ghost since they are more deadly and dangerous when it come to destroy them… Black Blood ghost have no sense of reason and only had instinct to kill each and every living being that comes in contact with the blood that is splashed by him, this ghost can trace smell of his own blood o

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

“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.