Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them

"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.

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.

The sloppy creature made its way to the illumination, and it broke my heart. In the marble, the creature smeared blood. It was oozing from its thick, gelatinous belly. It has swollen so high that its bones stuck out from its skin. Its skin was charred, burnt like the colour of charcoal, it had cuts around its body, all of which grew seemingly disturbing bubbles of god knows what. And on top of all this humongous monstrosity, sat the face of a woman with tired, hopeless, bloodshot eyes. "K-Kill me..." it begged.

Marble floors where blood was easily wiped away. Elena entered on Dante's arm, like a bride walking to the scaffold. Matteo, the elder, walked in front, confident, smiling. Luca flanked the rearguard with that calm of a rehabilitated psychopath. Alessia was already inside, waiting. In the main hall, the capos waited.

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?”

And standing at the heart of this hellish scene was Aric. He gripped the sword, its blade stained with blood, emitting a sinister, dim glow. Aric’s expression was chillingly cold, his features sharp and unyielding like they had been carved from stone. His deep, unwavering eyes held no trace of mercy as if this massacre were nothing more than a routine task.

Yet, I had no real option, other than to consent. I made my way back to the temporary bed and soaked some gauze pads into a saline solution. I could sense Aiden staring at me, watching me intensely as I tended to his friend. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one bit. This whole situation made me feel unsettled. Wiping the blood away from Bobby’s nose, I could hear April chanting something under her breath. Is that a poem? Or a limerick? What is she doing? She abruptly stopped and hesitated. “C…Charlotte, if you hadn’t already of guessed, he’s a wolf… And the silver is already in his blood.”