Bloodstained Techniques Novels & Stories

However, just as it was going to reach Harvey's forehead, Harvey immediately stabbed the talisman using the tip of the sword onto the ground. Clang! At this time, everyone saw what it was. The talisman was human-shaped, and it was covered with black lines. Each of these individual black lines looked extremely terrifying on their own. All the people around them instinctively took a step back. "The Island Nation's Soul-transference Technique." Harvey asked for a glass jar. Then, he put the talisman into the jar and used a drop of his blood to seal the bottle. Afterward, he stood up. "Everything I did to her was some surface injury. I didn't do anything deep. Get her some bandages, and then we

“Attack sensitive body parts and do not feel sorry about causing harm. Draw blood as much as possible, blood loss can lead to death. Most importantly remember to attack the throat when you have a chance for a clear attack.” Anabelle was taking note of everything Jaxon said while paying attention to his hand that was running down the length of her arm. His eyes stared deeply at her and made her skin crawl with goosebumps…the good kind. She instinctively leaned forward and anticipated more of his s touch, her eyes closed and her lips parted when Jaxon’s hot breath fanned her neck. Before Anabelle could even release the moan that was building up in her throat she found herself screaming before

But I had never felt more confident in my life than I did in this moment. “You’re fucking perfect.” His words were deep, almost like a growl, and from the darkness of the room his eyes appeared jet black as I stared up at him. Taking in his well sculpted body as he pulled his shirt over his head gave me a full view of all the ink upon his skin that swirled in various directions and was accented by shapes I couldn’t quite make out in the dark.

She stopped with it half crumpled in her fist. The bloodstain on the fabric was smaller than it should have been. Not smeared. Not dried and flaking the way blood does when it's simply left to sit. Taken. A careful, deliberate patch of cloth, cut clean and missing, right from the center of the stain, as if someone had sliced away exactly what they needed and folded the rest back to look untouched.

The deeper one ventured, the deadlier it became, with monstrous beasts lurking that could destroy even the strongest warriors. One misstep could mean certain death. "Perfect," the armored youth murmured. "Once he regains his strength, it'll be the perfect chance to test my new technique—Blood Wolf Blade." He licked his lips in anticipation. Blood Wolf Blade was a potent martial technique capable of conjuring the phantom of a blood wolf, unleashing devastatingly powerful attacks. It was regarded as one of the finest combat arts, and he was eager to test it on his unsuspecting prey.

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

She straightened, tucking the laces in. "Work from the edges. Rub in circles, inward, until the blood lifts from the fibers. Marcus buried over sixty puns in the covenant. That's over sixty bloodstains. Hot water would ruin it. The blood would set—impossible to wash out. Only cold water. Seeping from the edges."

After that, he grabbed four long needles and placed them between the slits of his right fingers. Andrew suddenly shook his arm and shot the four long needles toward the center of the hall. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! After the four gentle thuds sounded, the long needles were inserted into the pools of thick blood in the hall. "The Vast Realm of Blood Technique! Raise!" Andrew roared, and two green rays suddenly appeared in Andrew's eyes. His arms slowly rose, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. At a glance, Andrew looked as if he did strenuous physical work.

After a while, he felt much better. “Did you understand anything, Mr. Xrival?” James asked the Ancestral Blood Master about the drawings. The Ancestral Blood Master replied, “It’s a profound sword technique created by the various Path Powers of heaven and earth. Its strength is terrifying. Unfortunately, I could only comprehend the basics, not the entire technique. You’ll need a Thousand Paths Holy Body and to cultivate all the Paths of heaven and earth in order to practice it. That said, it suits you very well.”

She has no time for doubts. She slices her palm in one clean, practiced motion, letting the blood drip into the waiting bowl, and then motions for first Kaelin and then me to give up our palms to her same brutal action. Combining our blood in the bowl of ash and rosewater. Stinging my hand and then handing me a rag to stem the flow before nodding at the book and then at Kaelin. My mother stands silent and patient, wringing her hands in front of her, and yet doesn’t move a muscle.