Bloodstains Lyrics Novels & Stories

Richard Blood everywhere my eyes go—all I can see is blood splattered across the walls, staining the floor, and pooling in gruesome puddles. The metallic scent fills the air, overwhelming my senses and sending chills down my spine. It's sickening to think about the violence that must have occurred in this room. The sight of the blood-soaked scene makes my stomach churn, and I can't help but wonder what led to such a horrifying display. It's a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that can reside within human beings.

Heavy. “Drake,” Grey called. I didn’t stop. “Drake, why don’t you wash up?” he said. “There are too many bloodstains on your body.” I glanced down briefly. Blood. Everywhere. Dried in some places. Still fresh in others. Not all of it, theirs. Some of it, hers. My jaw tightened. “No,” I said. My voice low. Final. “Let me see that she is better.”

He stepped right up to the port, his breath fogging the exterior glass. "Look at the floor!" Bianca screamed, her voice cracking into a sob. She reached for the water bottle on the tray and squeezed it hard, letting the liquid pool beneath her hips, mixing with the smears of red from her split knuckles. In the dim amber light, it looked like a dark, spreading stain. "It’s the blood! It’s the blood of the heir! Call a medic! Get the manual override! Ahh! F**king help me!"

"Blood. I smell blood." *

Blood pours from my forehead into my good eye. I spit it in his face and smile. Another knee to the gut from Titan folds me in half. I hit the dirt hard, cheek grinding into mud. My lungs won’t work. Everything is fire. Ghost’s voice cuts through the haze. “Nine minutes left.” I push up on shaking arms. My legs don’t want to hold me, but I force them anyway. I sway like a drunk, blood dripping from my mouth, and I laugh again, broken, wet and unhinged.

Hate how deeply it lives inside me already. Footsteps move outside the bedroom. Heavy. Male. Then the door opens. And there he is. My breath catches instantly. Blood. Everywhere. Not injured blood. Other people’s blood. Dark stains across his black shirt, his hands, his throat. Rain still clings to his hair, droplets sliding slowly down his skin, while his eyes lock onto mine immediately. Everything else disappears from his focus. Just me. The intensity of it nearly steals my breath. Sophia stands slowly. “Well,” she mutters dryly. “That’s horrifying.”

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

Damien’s voice cut through the air, his tone losing its usual cold edge. Before I could answer, a warm, thick rush of fluid soaked through the fabric of my clothes, spilling onto the light-colored rug. I looked down, my vision blurring as the unmistakable, deep crimson stain expanded rapidly. I was hemorrhaging. The sheer volume of blood was terrifying, pooling around me on the floor within seconds.

Damien uttered staring at his naked body, stained with blood. We rushed into a store with speed, that startled the Saleswoman. We picked a few clothes as we got into the bathroom, I washed off the blood stains on my body and some sticky flesh. I was almost done when we both gasped as we heard footsteps approaching. "Who's there"

I will take you. On the move, he tore the wrists of both hands with his teeth, tore the skin with such force that the blood ran not just drop by drop, but flowed in a stream. Blood donated voluntarily. Given to you brothers. Scarlet streams, not reaching the ground, hung around Yarsi in a cloud of tiny drops. They spun round dance, turning into a crimson whirlwind. - I am waiting for you.