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

Suddenly she says, frighteningly, "Your hand is bleeding." When I look down at my right hand on the wheel, I see blood oozing from the white bondage. "Come inside and let me help you with it," urges Sophia. It's bleeding too much, so I follow her. As I entered her house, she made me sit on the sofa in the living room while she ran upstairs. Shortly after, she returns with a first-aid kit. "Let me help you," she says as I'm reaching out to take the first aid kit from her.

She tested the quality of the red-colored pencil on her hand on the first page of the intermediate pad; it created a brightly colored line which gave her the exhilaration to continue her practice. She began to inspect the other art material like the oil pastel crayons; she opened the rectangular-shaped package and read the brand name: Crayola. Oil Pastels Neon. There were 12 pieces inside the box with the named colors written as hot magenta, shocking pink, radical red, outrageous orange, neon carrot, laser lemon, electric lime, screamin' green, graphic green, aqua brite, blue bolt, and vivid violet. She found the names funny. In her deep curiosity, she tested the quality again and found it t

He pulled out a bunch of blue colored crayons from his pocket. "Thank you," I excitedly swept the colors out of his hands as a beaming smile cover my face. Taking them one at a time, I counted out loud "1,2,3,4,5,6,..7!" I exclaimed happily. "I got you seven blue crayons, because today is our seventh birthday, and I know how much you love the color blue," He said, his smile never leaving his face. "Thank you," I jumped on my brother, hugging him tightly.

Her tears fell onto the marble, leaving small, temporary dark marks. It was then that Valentim moved again. He went to a nearby workbench where jars of powdered pigments—burnt earths, oxides, ultramarine blues—were lined up like an alchemist’s paints. He opened a small wooden jar containing a deep, vibrant red pigment, the color of rust, of blood, of life.

Most notably, he was surrounded by discarded papers, all depicting the same thing in black and red crayon. Dimly lit rooms, with creeping shadows around the corners. Large, angry stick figures with what almost looked like baseball bats or police batons in their hands. Smaller stick figures cowering on the floor. Shuddering, I leaned over and picked up the nearest one. It looked like a closeup of a man’s face, black stubble around his mouth and his eyebrows turned down as if in fury. He had pointy teeth, the ends of which were dotted with… Red. Like blood.

"No, it's mine. I want it." A small cry escapes the raven hair girl as she struggles with the boy next to her over the crayon. I quickly spot them from my spot at the other crafts table, taking quick steps to reach them. "Hey, hey, calm down." I squat down to their level, placing myself in their direct eye sight. "What's wrong?" "Gracie won't give me the crayon I want!" The little boy cries, clearly frustrated at not getting what he wants. "It's mine. I got it first." Gracie is on the verge of tears, pressing the blue crayon close to her chest to avoid it being taken from her. "It's not fair." She huffs.

Rai also threw a glass filled with donor human blood which he found hard to drink because the taste is so horrible. Making the maids and guard soldiers instantly gulp when the smell of this splattered blood wafted into their noses. Rai doesn't like human blood that comes from blood donors, it doesn't feel like the blood that is obtained directly by biting a human's neck. The taste seems bitter-sweet and the smell is not as sweet as usual.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

My eyes flew to him only to see the first aid kit that he was holding. “What’s that for?” Pointing at the ointment and the cotton ball on his hand, I asked. “It’s a treatment for your stupidity,” he blurted out as he put the ointment on the cotton. He was about to hold my chin but stopped when I diverted my head on the other direction. A line appeared on his forehead right after he let out a heavy sigh. “I can manage.” I insisted and was about to snatch the cotton but failed. Yadiel grabbed my both hands and locked it using his free hand before placing above my thighs while the other one was now damping the cotton ball around my wound. His lips were slightly open while focusing to my forehea