Bloodstains Lyrics Novels & Stories

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

He tried again, coughing harder now. He pulled back, covered his mouth, looked at his hand… Blood. “What the fuck did you do?” he choked. I straightened. “Been in this game long enough to always have a backup plan.” “You little bitch…” he started, his voice strained as more blood gushed from his lips. “You thought I’d make it this easy?” I said, stepping forward. “You’re messing with Raven.” “I’ll destroy you…” he wheezed, his knees buckling. He tried to stand.

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the color of my blood * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My blood froze and all my senses stilled, unlike the sparks that erupted everywhere we touched. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I found myself so close to him, our lips lingering only inches away from each other’s that my breath caught in my throat.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

He cocked a brow and grinned again, showing his dirty yellow teeth. "Knowing the father of your children is searching for you all over the city." I tried to pull my feet in, to make the ropes slack, but the cords scraped like teeth. My left hand burned where the knot dug in. I tasted metal and old blood from the blow to my head. Scar laughed softly and leaned closer. “You've been busy,” he murmured, glancing at the table across the room. My phone lay there, a crack running through the middle. I felt a cold thread run through my chest when he picked it up and swiped it on and watched the screen glow.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Blood... Blood stained my hands... Vincenzo's blood... I stared at the crimson stains, a sickening reminder of the violence I had unleashed. The weight of guilt pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless. I never intended for things to escalate like this. My plan had spiraled out of control, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Levi Blood drips from my hands, trickling down my fingers like crimson tears. My shirt is stained, the white fabric soaked with the dark red liquid. I make my way into the tall building, a majestic skyscraper with a sleek, modern design. The ceiling made entirely of glass allowing the light to sip in unhindered. I'm pissed to the core as I make my way to the elevator, my feet grazing the polished graphite wooden floors. The metallic scent of blood lingers in the air around me, the trail of blood behind me as it drips from my hand and once white sparkling shirt.

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze