Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts. While I’m tearing through one, another jumps on my back, but before he can bite me, I flip him over my head and toss him into a nearby wall. My vision blurs as I continue to fight the endless amounts of hellhounds that keep coming through the door. It’s a bloody siege, and I’m in the middle of it. Taking a couple of steps back, I cover my bleeding wounds and continue to fight. Blood and gore decorate the walls and floor until you only see dead hounds.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

the brute started. The door blasted open. A figure filled the frame, drenched in blood, chest heaving, eyes blazing with something feral, unhinged.

Authors note: hello guys thank you for reading, and now a new drama unfolds at the woods mansion when master Leonardo decided to announce Chris as his new adopted son. Hated by his wife and son, Chris must get ready to fight against the impending doom coming into his life. My characters 1) Chris Brown 2) Keith woods 3) master Leonardo woods 4)jane woods 5) Allison brown 6) Maria Jose Clark 7) tina hemisphere And so many characters too. Please enjoy and God bless 🙏🙏.

I’ve found several stains of blood while seeing Papochka entering the home with a gun. There’s a rumour in the house that my Baboo used to paint with human blood. Even the sarcastic and fun-loving Papa Killian often loses his calm and beats the guards to pulp. Still, I’ve seen those people scroll past headlines soaked in blood and sip their coffee. Maybe we’ve all become too comfortable in our indifference, too fluent in detachment. Maybe monsters don’t hide under our beds anymore, they sit beside us, perfectly calm, chewing gum and asking what’s for dinner.

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

The minute she is directly in front of me, I jump on her and attack first. As I stab her torso and then her head, I notice something quite strange. She doesn’t bleed red like anything else I have ever known. Instead, it is black, black like her eye sockets and her nonexistence of a soul. If I could describe it, her blood feels like it is cold and wet, but like sludge, because when I insert my knife in, it kind of sits there stuck before I am able to pull it out.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

One second the guy had me pinned; the next he was flying backward like he’d been hit by a truck. I blinked. Dmitri. Leather jacket. Ice-blue eyes blazing. Face completely blank except for that terrifying calm. He didn’t shout. Didn’t threaten. He just grabbed the guy by the front of his hoodie, lifted him clean off the floor like he weighed nothing, and slammed him face-first into the metal partition between cars. The crack was sickening. The guy howled. Dmitri didn’t flinch. He twisted the guy’s arm behind his back until I heard a wet pop—shoulder, maybe—and the guy went white, screaming.