Bloodstained Techniques Novels & Stories

She had speak to him as they continued the test. “Two drop of the blue potion. Note that it is dangerously burning” he read out. She took it and sucked it in. She moved it the real potion but as she moved it. Some dropped on her hand. “Ah!” The boy exclaimed. She turned and stared at him, giving her a questioning look. The teacher ran to them, asking what the problem was. He took off Amy’s glove and showed her the injury on her hand but there was none. He was surprised. He stared at the dangerous blue potion and let go of her hand.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

As he spoke, a golden light with awe-inspiring righteousness pierced through the rainbow. The golden light shone on the ground, and the surroundings became bright. Under the golden light, Lord Ji, which was still ghostly, screamed and howled like a worm on fire. With black gas on his body, he fell to the ground and struggled. Lord Ji suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and took three steps back. This sword technique was cultivated by him through his essence of one's blood. He had spent a lot of effort and blood on it. Every strike had connected to his own blood lineage. Now that he was restrained by Yang Xiao, it would naturally backfire.

The walls were painted in blood; it dripped across the cement floor, pooling beneath Ivan’s limp feet. He was tied to a post in the centre of the room, hanging from his bonds with so much blood slicked over him that I couldn’t see any unharmed skin. Last month, S had told me that he’d had a breakthrough in his killing skills with all the beauty of pain. He literally could slice 100 times on a body, be it werewolf or human，without killing , while magnifying his pain to the limit. S treated this as an art form. It required a precise understanding and mastery of strength and bodily structure to achieve. He’d wanted to practise on any spies or traitors we caught, but I’d banned him from doing th

However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Orda's arm hurt from time to time. In the third minute Orda struggled to swing his ax again. There were too many opponents to face. His ax stopped in midair when he suddenly jerked forward. White blood gushed out from his mouth. He stared down stiffly. The last thing Orda saw in his life was the tip of a black cone piercing his chest. The stake was then pulled by force and Orda fell to his knees. The hole the weapon had left in Orda's back hissed as if it had just caught fire. Without waiting for anything else, the gang then looked for something in the body of the dead Orda. When finished, one of t

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

I snarled under my breath and ran a hand down my face. No matter who I tortured, no matter how long, I never got an ounce of their blood on my hands. During the messier sessions I’d end up with a splatter or two on my face, mostly from slit throats, severed limbs, and sliced arteries, but never my hands. Cole had poked fun at my ritual, but I knew without asking that he admired the cleanliness since he himself would descend into madness and find himself coated in blood and gore the moment he made the first cut.

“You can get your master to create a set of customized cultivation techniques for you. To be honest, a technique like turning water into ice isn’t complicated!” After that, Alex Rockefeller also hopped onto the blood pool and broke it with brute force. Boom! With a single punch, he created a massive hole in the pool. Boom, boom, boom— According to the direction Maiko had pointed out earlier, Alex directly created a massive pit in the pool of frozen blood by punching it. Together, the three of them moved those cubes of frozen blood out of the way. When everyone looked at the bottom of the blood pool, they indeed saw several corpses.

If I could alter the blood in some way, the tests would be inconclusive, or perhaps even point to someone else. I began rummaging through my father’s desk drawers, my fingers scrambling through files and papers. I needed something, anything, that could help me. My eyes landed on a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Perfect. The high alcohol content would surely degrade the DNA in the bloodstain. It was my best shot.

I asked. “No. Too clean. No signature anyone can trace.” Maeve shook her head. “But the technique.” “It’s like Valentine’s?” Slow nod. “It’s not exact. There’s no ceremonial binding. No blood marker. But it’s similar. And the fact that we’re finding it now?” I slumped back in my chair. Throat suddenly parched. Draven hadn’t mentioned anything resembling this. And I hadn’t picked up any flares of magic around the ruins that he had been around either. So why did I feel like there was a hair in my mouth? Why did my stomach churn when I thought about it?