Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

Blood spattered, teeth scattering across the dirt. "Lucien—" I whispered, my voice trembling, but he didn't hear—or refused to. His fury was unchained, as if he'd been waiting to unleash it. I watched as the rogues' faces became unrecognizable. Their skin bulged obscenely, blood pouring from busted noses and cracked lips. One blinked through blood-stained vision, another's weak cough sent red froth bubbling from his lips. They stared at each other in shocked, jaw-dropping silence, fear clawing through what little resistance they had. For a moment, they were no longer faceless enemies—just broken men drowning in their own blood.

Faint panicked screams coming from the distance could be heard and sounded helpless. At this time, the woman sitting opposite the red-haired man took action. With a raise of her hand, a green light shot out, cutting off that bloody thread. However, the bloody thread still moved like a snake. Even it was cut off, it continued to flow and continuously killed people. Corpses turned into blood pools one after another. "What the hell is it?" The red-haired man frowned. At this time, he felt the movement in his clothes and took out a mobile phone. It showed that the creatures of the Blood race had no bones and could hide in other things. The most important was, they were afraid of fire!

she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek. Then she rose to her feet. “No, you don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer,” she added just as she took two steps away from me. My eyes widened as I tried to look at her face, my lips parted, but it was indeed too late. Her hands clasped together, her pointed long fingers soaked with blood, suddenly every move glistened with lights as the room swayed. My breath crawled to my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, and my heart sank like a ship drowning in the stormy sea of Gordon.

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

said Cecilia. ‘The Bloody Organization?’ Naturally, Lucas had never heard of the Bloody Organization. “Senior, the Bloody Organization is a cult, and they specialized in using fresh human blood to cultivate themselves,” Cecilia said to Lucas. Lucas came to an understanding after listening to it. There were lots of cults in this world, just like the White Lotus that he bumped into previously. “Senior, the evilest organization in the entire Eastern Mountain is the Bloody Organization. Let’s rescue these humans.”

Bianca replied but Scarlett didn't believe that. "Bring some herb tea for her." Scarlett ordered her personal maid who bowed before walking out of the place. "So Bianca, they informed us you came in contact with our blood rogues last night." Raymond said as he leaned back on the backrest of the sofa. "The pure-blooded ones are more dangerous than ordinary rogues. They are stronger and faster than normal rogues." Bianca explained with a sigh. "They have the ability to inflict pain that will not come out immediately but later."

BBP |•| CAA RUNDOWN 3 CHARACTERS AND SUPERNATURAL IDENTITIES The characters will be called in no particular order, although will be slit to their various classes after the names. The '?' Stands for unknown. Those characters tagged as BBP new age pantheon are made up character representing the gods surrounding the BBP story. 1) John Ozais Screeman Being : Supernatural Specie : ? Role : MC 2) Khloe Dave Being : Supernatural

Cosmo grabbed it softly in both hands as his newest Creation came to life but slammed it into the concrete each time she struggled, until she was still. Blood was everywhere. It pooled on the floor and snaked along the girl’s body. Her exposed brain was battered to slush so it oozed out with the oddly coloured fluid surrounding it. Her skull was cracked open for all to see while Cosmo stood triumphantly over it. He flicked the gore from his hands and stepped on the body as he walked towards the table. “Who’s next?” he called out to the others “don’t want to fight the blind one now?”

Scarlett whimpered, stumbling back, but Seraphina didn’t let up. Another snarl. Another pounce. This time, she sank her teeth into Scarlett’s hind leg, shaking her like a rag doll before slamming her into the ground. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the battlefield. Scarlett whimpered again, her once-confident stance now weak and trembling. Blood poured from her wounds, soaking into the dirt beneath her. But Seraphina wasn't done. She moved like a ghostly predator, precise and merciless. Growls filled the night, the scent of anger, blood, and death thick in the air as Seraphina pounced again, claws digging deep into Scarlett’s chest. Scarlett barely had time to breathe before Serap