Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

"He's mine!" the rogue vamp yelled through gritted teeth, his glowing green eyes boring into mine. Then, he hit me in the chest with his fist, sending me flying into the parking lot, as I slid across the hard pavement, trying to regain consciousness. He was definitely one of The Others, rogue vamps who didn't care about human life. Having completely lost their humanity, they cared for nothing more than self gratification and the kill. "Hey, you're pretty!" he said with a half smile as he started toward me, arms outstretched, grinning seductively.

Blood painted the walls and floors in a macabre tapestry, the once grand chandeliers casting eerie shadows over the lifeless forms. In the center of it all stood a figure, tall and imposing, his hands and clothes drenched in the blood of those who had fallen. It was Noah, the prince I had come to protect, the man I believed to be my mate. Around him lay the remnants of what had been his opponents, their lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, their final moments etched in terror and agony.

Due to a large amount of fresh blood, Charles not only turned into a blood man, but the surroundings were also stained in red due to the explosions of the sword lights that formed thick blood mist. Bang! The sword lights' abominable power was like a heavy punch, slamming Charles down again. Both Charles's head and legs faced the sky, whereas his abdomen slumped, and he appeared like a bow as he smashed the ground into a human-shaped pit. Then, the gaps in the pit and the cracks around it were filled with the blood pouring out of Charles's body instantly. At first glance, Charles seemed to be immersed in a human-shaped blood pool.

He’s on his hands and knees, his men, all of them are cackling like the love of my life being fucked to death is a dramatic cosplay. BLYAD!!! I’d crave the flesh from their bones. They’ll beg for hell, but it won’t come. I’ll be their nemesis, drinking in their blood and tears, till they have none to shed. That’s what I’ll do to them for ruining my Bunny. Dakor will pay.

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

Blood splattered across the floor, a gruesome testament to the brutality of the act. I continued to unleash my wrath upon Lucifer, my fists flying in a flurry of punches and kicks that left him reeling. His nose, once a proud and haughty feature, now bled profusely, its delicate cartilage shattered by my relentless assault. His lips, once a thin line of disdain, now hung in tatters, a bloody mess of torn flesh and broken bone. I couldn't help but revel in the sight of his suffering, my own anger and frustration fueling my actions. With each blow, I felt a sense of catharsis wash over me as if I were purging myself of the pain and anger that had been building inside me for so long.

I carefully stepped around the bodies lying on the floor, writhing in flames around us, as if we had just stepped into a living picture of Dante’s Hell. Kellen pulled me back and Amy rushed to the door just as another vampire rushed in, growling, when someone pulled his head back from behind. A moment later, his head was removed from his body. When the body fell away, Charlotte was holding his head in her hand by the hair, and then dropped it. It blazed as it rolled across the floor.

"I play into their fear. I go in close. I tackle them. I pin them down. I drink their blood. I leave them at the brink of life. I call it mercy." "Yes little one I am a blood sucking monster but I am your blood sucking monster little one," "I am one thanks for noticing good job gives them a lollipop," "i would ask if they're ok..." she says sounding like she's gonna cry, I was pretty sure she'd cry. "What if you pick a human and they reject you?" I ask them, some had my full attention, their character are so different, they're throwing me all over the place. "They won't reject me, it wouldn't be the best decision to. If i want someone they will be mine,"

She shouted causing all the vampires to be tied to both wrists with chains. There are only a few vampires here unlike humans. The vampires tied together with Shantelle and her Father. I groaned when the old woman cut me on one of my fingers causing it to bleed. Slowly drop it into the water. I turned to face the vampires when I heard the chain clang. My eyes widened when their eyes turned yellow and were trying to break free from the chain while looking at me as if they were ready to take away my blood. Shantelle is like that too.

Blood soaked the earth, and the wounded lifeless bodies littered the ground in the wake of the ongoing battle. It is unsightly. Some rogues die without being able to defend themselves. It was a carnage. Killing the nearly dead is not a victory nor a display of bravery. They killed the defenseless. After a few minutes of fighting, the number was reduced to four. Eight rogues have fallen without a fight and what remains were slumped to the ground, wetting the soil with their blood. Forced to shift back to their human forms. Bodies were bruised, bones were cracked, a thick crimson fluid gushing through their ripped flesh, quickly paling their skin. Fighting.