Bloody Beggar Cast Novels & Stories

"I shouldn't have married Teyana while you yourself were getting married. I'm sorry! Please, I beg you, give Miles' ashes back to me…" I watched as a smirk appeared on Hunter's face. He handed the urn to me, only for his hand to "accidentally" slip, and the ashes spilled out across the floor. Something inside my head felt like it exploded. My body swayed, and I nearly collapsed. Like a madman, I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to gather Miles' ashes from the ground. "Hunter Leach!" My eyes turned blood-red. I lunged at him, striking him across the face again and again.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

"The pup with the type-O blood that you conducted the paternity test on was someone I found at the orphanage," I explained. "I laid a trap in the Blackrock pack's medical center a long time ago. The moment Faith gave birth to your pup, I switched him out for someone else." Felix's stiff body began twitching slightly when he heard what I said. I lifted my hand and pointed at the pup with the pallid complexion in Faith's arms.

"We didn't want this happen" "You did! You whore!" Maddy hissed. Tears starting to pour out from her eyes. "My Rodrigo was dead because of the two of you-" "You lied to us all" the captain interrupted the old lady pulling her from behind. He looked at Maria with his unfathomable eyes. "Now this village is damned because of you and your daughter!" "My daughter is not a Badblood!" Maria protested but lost in the crowd of faces of the angry villagers. "Oh seeesh! She is!" shouted Maddy and everybody looked at her. "She bleeds gold! That's not a human blood. She's a mons-"

“There is no other way or easier one to tell you this so I am just going to blurt it out.” “Okay shoot.” “Beggar is here, at my house, showed up like over two weeks ago bleeding to death, the doctor, Vincent , Deno and Marco are the only other ones besides you and I who know. But I don't trust Vincent, he has been staying since she got here and while Beggar talks to me I sense she is keeping her guard up with him. He also keeps asking when you coming, I told him you said in a few weeks, I just didn't feel right telling him you didn't know, I thought maybe you'd check the cameras and call but nothing, so here I am calling you..”

As we walked in an uneasy group, ignoring the stares of the general public my vision floated once more through my mind. -------- Bloodshot, tear-stained grey eyes looking through smoke, a golden goblet with rubies around the rim. A man with three scars across his neck, dressed in black, stood over the lifeless body of Alexander who was bleeding heavily somewhere outdoors A long skirt as it vanishes over the edge of the roof of the Silver City castle -------- I shuddered as the large stone castle foyer engulfed us, a chilly air replacing the protective warmth of the sun. As Alpha Beta returned from having placed Bella back into her cell Alexander called him over.

This voice resounded like a giant bell, sounding firm and powerful. Next, everyone could see a beggar barging in from the entrance. This beggar had disheveled hair, unkempt, and a foul smell coming from his body. The moment he appeared, several security guards rushed over, wanting to chase him out. However, this beggar seemed to be quite skilled, and with a few moves, he took down these guards. After that, he strode into the venue. “He’s finally here!” Frankie smirked as he watched the beggar force his way inside. He breathed a sigh of relief before asking, “Bobby, this beggar seems a little skilled. Where did you find him?”

They both knew that even if they went out, they wouldn’t be able to save the beggar—they would only doom themselves as well. The Black Pack men flew into a rage. After several more hard kicks failed to shake him off, one of them stabbed a dagger straight through the beggar’s chest without hesitation. After several blows, the beggar was on his last breath. Finally, he was kicked away, landing in a muddy pit. He died with his eyes still open—yet the corners of his lips were faintly lifted in a smile. “Cut! As expected of an award-winning actor. One take—very well performed.”

I sink the dagger into the gap between the man’s ribs and shove upward, twisting. The jolt of his death ripples up my arm as his blood spills down my chest in slow, boiling waves. I rip the dagger free and shove him backward into the growing sea of bodies. The blade drips thick and black. The floor slicks under my feet as blood spreads faster than breath. I stagger, but I catch myself. Behind me, the prisoner drags himself behind me. One of his legs is useless, but he’s still swinging the shard like a man who doesn’t plan to die politely.