Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

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.

The bloody cops is coming from them, and is the impurity of their soul that thrown deeply. It then collected by the darkness with the assistance and guiding presence of the bloody order! But they don't seem to be cautious and is waiting and pondering. Accompanied the presence of the bloody order is the classics of the old that is the dna of the Negin, the ancient and original one of its kind!

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood. Oh no! This bitch didn’t just say that. “Do you need help fixing your loose screws? Because I’d be happy to help. I’m sure you’ve seen just how helpful I can be,” I said sarcastically, with disdain laced in my voice. If you enter a lion’s den, you already know there’s a probability that he will draw blood. But this is different; she entered my den, hit me, and did it right inside my den. As much as I hated violence, one thing I would never do is let a girl live with the satisfaction that I feared her. Never! It was always my call to make, not the other way around, and certainly not from this stupidly brazen girl.

It had been a while ever since a writer had come who was in the genre of crime fiction. “What is it about?” “Its about a family who are involved in every sort of crime imaginable. Their crime activities are run by their mother.” Mr. Visashi’s curiousity grew even more. “I have given names to my main characters. For example, the mom is referred as a Lioness. The first born is Brawler and his brother is Brains while the last born is Jezebel,” Ludo smiled. “I see.” “And their father is wheelchair ridden. He is the Wounded Lion. He has stroke.”

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

Daniel smiled at me as Andrea and I stopped beside them. I had a clearer view of things now and noticed some freaky things were already on display. On my right was a line of Rogues that were blindfolded wearing black cloth, male and female alike. And on the other side were Lycans being milked of their blood. The blood was poured into a large container forming a thick liquid red. Ew! But it gets ewer… Every blindfolded Rogue on the line had marks or gaping wounds rather on most parts of their body and they were led to the container where they would take a blood bath— literally.

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Turned out he was wrong. Michael shivered before continuing. “The fire… the burning building…the blood… the dead…” He didn’t explain further. But, Shadow knew exactly what he was talking about. “How much blood do they spill?” Nathan felt uncomfortable now. It seems the issue seemed bigger than he ought to feel. “Countless. Regardless of the race.” Again, Shadow was shocked. “Do you have any other races in Bloody City and Dark City?” “Minorities.” “Then, all of them were dead?”