Bloody Crayons Novels & Stories

I remember asking once or twice whose blood it was when Helen and Juliet came back from a hunt, tossing a parcel over to me but they usually looked at me oddly, like I had asked a forbidden question and told me food was food. I imagined them sinking their fangs into the frat party guy, sapping his blood through a straw into a sealable poly bag and then tossing it to me simply as ‘food.’ The thought of that alone made me sick and for the first time, I wanted non of the parceled blood my cousins gave me, I didn’t want them anywhere near the frat guy – and yet I had accepted the parcel that had been sent to me that morning, salivated over it, downing it in a stretch when Clarrisa had gone to th

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust. “Good,” he replied.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

"What happened?" "Uncle Cas found me. Sat down on the grass even though he was wearing expensive clothes that would definitely get stained. Asked what was wrong." I smiled slightly despite my anxiety. "I told him the crayons were wrong. That night-blooming flowers weren't just white, they were silver and blue and purple all mixed together and my crayons couldn't do that." "What did he say?"

“Just old Mrs. Gable at the register. Why?” Ryder didn’t answer. He carried the box to the rough-hewn table and carefully pried open the lid with his knife. Inside, nestled in pristine foam, were tubes of paint and a set of beautiful sable brushes. They looked perfect. Ryder picked up a tube of titanium white. He sniffed it, then squeezed a tiny bead onto the blade of his knife. He brought it close to his face, his eyes narrowing.

Arjun said standing up again making her eyes shine in happiness. (Translation: Wait, I have better crayons than that. I'll give them to you.) "Colour?" She asked him excitedly forgetting all the gloominess away. (Translation: Crayons?) "Haan colour." He said confirming her words and went back to his study table. (Translation: Yes crayons.) Rummaging through the study table's lowest drawer he fished out a new packet of crayons and walked back to the bed handing her the packet. She looked at him innocently wanting to know if she could colour with them.

At least I couldn’t feel it squelching between my fingers anymore. When my wrinkled fingers were raw and the floor was clean, I gathered up the dripping crayons and promptly dumped them inside the crib that I turned into a tip. Everything that had belonged to them was thrown onto the pile before being tied off with the sheet and heaved onto the dump outside.

"That's the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?" "Yes." The geezer laughed heartily and smugly. "I spent years honing my skill for this, and it's really taxing, combining the motifs of a crane and a flower. It's not just the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom—whether it's the Yellowcrane Spiritbloom, the Whitecrane Spiritbloom, or the Blackcrane Spiritbloom, I can make anything you want. "Since the ancients claim that the cranes are spirit animals and blood cranes prevent disasters, you can put a circlet of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom around the decreased head, and even Hades wouldn't dare to mess with you."

“How did she get into Mommy’s tummy again? I want to draw a picture for her. Can I draw Mommy? Now?” The women reached into a gigantic diaper bag open on the floor. With what looked like great effort, she managed to reach a coloring book and some crayons. Plopping down on the floor, the boy kept chatting as he took the book and the crayons from her and proceeded to scribble all over the page.

56 I couldn't even think of how to describe it. 7 My fingers ran across the soft paper before something else in the bag caught my attention. There was more. 3 I peered into the bag again to find a whole variety of brand new drawing supplies. 59 Different kinds of pens, pencils, acrylics, colored pencils, and even watercolor paint and brushes. 550 None of this stuff looked cheap either. 20 I was at a loss for words. I was at a loss for everything. 8 He got all of this stuff... For me?