Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

Her tears soaked Darren's shoulder as he carried her away, his grip unyielding, fueled by a possessive determination. Blood had welled up from a deep gash on Stanley's cheekbone, flowing in a rivulet down the side of his face. The crimson liquid painted a stark contrast against his pale skin, creating a grotesque tableau of violence and pain. The wound oozed with an intensity that matched the anger pulsating within Darren, a testament to the ferocity with which he had struck his rival.

They didn’t cover their faces like all the ones attacking him, instead displaying their unearthly facial features like they came out straight from a romace film. However, their actions weren’t like the princes from any romance film at all. Vicioualy, they slayed all the criminals dead like they were born to do so. Everytime they took one down, Gary’s alarmed sense heightened. It ended in just a few minutes, yet all the bodies of the criminals lies still on the ground, lifeless. One of the five males—a person with a light brown eyes and shiny black hair with his features resembled someone from the Asian countries—stepped closer to the car. By that time, the glass of the car already broken int

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

The doors finally open and we are met with an army of rogues, you can tell just how bloodthirsty they are, but they're no match for us, there's a reason why Blood Moon Pack sits at the top. “Attack!!!” I shout and both sides run into each other, some people shifting, other's choosing to just tap into their abilities like me. I bring out my fangs and claws and I tear through anyone that stands in my way, ripping out their hearts or tearing out their throats and my favorite, ripping off their heads from their body. By the time I make it into the warehouse, I've left a trail of dead bodies behind me and I'm covered in blood. I look behind me and the fight is still going on but I trust my men to

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

The dark hallway swallowed the tiny woman before Sapphira could say anything more. Dark bodies filled the main hall, swaying to the sultry rock music. A few of them were Alphas' of nearby packs, standing out with their massive bodies and powerful scents. But most of the crowd were her school year, the majority of the girls in tight skimpy dresses and the boys in suits. It was odd to see them all in one place and so dressed up. As she was pouring herself a pink lemonade, El appeared at her shoulder, grimacing. "What's wrong?"

A faint metallic scent began to linger—blood. An unfamiliar scene lay before their eyes. The men’s bodies were scattered around the room, motionless and silent. Some were in unnatural positions, with limbs twisted at impossible angles, while others lay more still, blood flowing from their noses or mouths. This was more than enough to show that they were not merely unconscious—some of them were dead. The once neat apartment had descended into chaos. The table had been pushed aside, the chairs had been overturned, and the door—now nothing more than a memory—lay toppled against one of the walls.

“You like watching movies, don't you? What a cute girl!” A vampire's pinch is similar to a crab's pinch. The pain is not felt. The discomfort is extraordinary. Still, Ruby couldn't stand her cheeks being teased. “They can't possibly exist in the real world, Darling. Do you believe in conspiracy theories?” “No, not really. Forget it, I'm kidding. After all, vampire characters will continue to be popular for centuries. General stuff doesn't mean I like it. To be honest, talking about vampires is a little scary," explained Ruby.

Strangely, they didn't notice something unusual, something far from ordinary. “The past not really flow away,” he said, not bothered minding the bloody eyes creatures that was approaching. He stood so highly, expression of deep longing can be seen in his eyes. It was the point the men in black show up with deadly forces and ferocious eyes, attack the bloody eyes creatures that shock to see them and overwhelm to felt the thirst inside them for blood. The glowing of bloody moonlight vanished just as the distance to the woman who journeyed the darkness alone becomes so far to one that ordinary to ever cross.

In Mafia business, there isn't any kindness left to show Just fight, cruelty and blood... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. . .. .... . .. . .. .... . .. . blood.