Bloodstained Techniques Novels & Stories

and I couldn’t stop him before he makes a cut on his palm with the knife. Blood began dripping from his hand while I watch with a stunned expression. Right before my eyes, he takes up his hand to the collection of books and he lets his blood drop on one in particular. I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down.

He used kills in his heart. Demon-slain Finger! Demon-slaughtering Palm! Eternal Phoenix Scripture! Azure Dragon's Nine Transformations Technique! Mystics of the Roc and Leviathan! Chu Xun threw all these powerful precious techniques at the two people. The Blood Emperor and the Fiend Emperor couldn't resist the terrifying precious techniques. Their enormous bodies were torn apart and scattered. The storm lasted for several minutes before it dissipated. Finally, the controlled Fiend Emperor and Blood Emperor became the size of normal people.

It leaves behind this effect after killing someone! After saying that, his face turned serious. He took a few deep breathes, composing himself before he continued, "It's an incredibly cruel technique, but it's highly ranked. It has the abilities of an intermediate stage Earth level technique. Those who train in it need to constantly kill other people to absorb the blood of others! "Those hit by the technique will have all the blood around their wounds absorbed and digested by Evil Blood Thunder instantly. Due to the lightning properties of the technique, each strike is incredibly explosive.

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.

She took a deep breath and reached for the small, concealed compartment in her robe. She pulled out a single, jagged shard of glass she had hidden from the farmhouse ruins. “The key is in the blood.” She didn't hesitate. She pressed the glass into the soft skin of her forearm, right over the vein. As the blood began to well, she felt the "Lethal Bond" thrumming. The separation wasn't weakening her love; it was sharpening it into a weapon. She walked to the smart-mirror—a high-tech St. Claire product that was connected to the house’s main server. She smeared her blood across the camera lens in a specific, rhythmic pattern.

That’s when I saw him. A man stood in a small clearing ahead, his back to me. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his skin glistened faintly under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. I couldn’t help but stare. He moved like a predator, deliberate and efficient as he struck at a straw dummy with a wooden training sword. Each blow landed with precision, his muscles coiling and releasing in a way that was almost hypnotic. I lingered by the edge of the clearing, captivated by the fluidity of his movements. There was something fascinating about him—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

But a wave of nausea hit me hard as the copper tang of fresh blood mixed with the ozone smell of burnt flesh. His head had bloody exploded. What a brutal way to go. Leave it to an abomination to dream up such a deranged execution method. “Do forgive me for the mess.” The female spoke with a deceptively polite smile, bringing a slender hand up to her face. She swiped at her blood-stained cheek with the back of her hand, but instead of cleaning it, she smeared the crimson across her pale skin like war paint. The blood was a stark, violent contrast to her porcelain complexion, making the red stain look almost artistic.

She carefully placed the body into a large black plastic box, typically used for new supplies, to prevent any more blood from seeping onto the floor. Next, she set about cleaning the bloodstains from the floor and walls. The process was grueling, requiring extensive scrubbing and the use of various detergents and chemicals. As she pulled the scepter from the priest’s chest, she winced at the disturbing sound it made. After thoroughly cleaning the scepter, she folded the body’s legs into the box to make it easier to handle.

Whoosh a figure speeds past them as the goons opened fire in that direction but slash another goon dropped dead with his neck slashed open by a dagger but the killer seems relentless on killing each and every one of them including muscle man himself. The unknown speeds past them again this time the woods filled with cry of the third goon as the area became silent again, during this period the whole atmosphere was totally covered with pitch dark darkness making the unknown blend in.The fear of the unknown made the goon turn back in terror as they headed to their vehicle but unfortunately all tyres had been slashed open rendering the car useless at the moment.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.