Bloody Drawings Novels & Stories

Liam didn't heed what Andreas said, because he had walked over to a painting and stood there for a while. "Your majesty?" Andreas asked in a low voice and raised his hand to signal for the other guards not to make a sound. "You found something?" Liam traced the edges of the painting with his fingers as he stared straight ahead. There was something bothering him about the painting, especially when Mila's scent ended there. Not only the girl's scent, but also the faint scent of two other vampires, which Liam didn't recognize. "Take this painting down," Liam ordered. He then took a few steps back to let his men do the work.

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

“Creepy? Because he’s scared of a scary-looking woman?” “You’re not scary-looking, and yes, creepy. The first day I met him he was drawing a dead animal with blood pouring out of it with sidewalk chalk on the patio outside the kitchen.” She shrugged. “Sounds like a typical little boy to me.” I sent her a get-real scowl. “I never drew pictures of bloody things.” “I have a feeling you weren’t a typical little boy, either.” That was true, but it disgruntled me to think of how accurate it was. “I think I remember a couple gruesome drawings by Ezra a time or two.”

Fatimah could also sense that he'd always fantasized about being dominated by women and lucky for him, she wanted to dominate him. "I won't hurt you, Blake. Promise. And If I do hurt you, it's going to be a good hurt" she murmured against his throat, then sank her fangs at the curve of his pale milky, and veiny neck. Blake gasped and she gave him time to adjust to the feel of her fangs embedded in his skin before she started sucking his blood. The remaining bullets fell out of her onto the floor as she healed herself with the essence of his blood.

"Same... Exciting. Killing and torturing people..." Ace winked. Her expressions turned horrified. "Ace please..." "Ok ok I am sorry... I was just messing around. Why are you so afraid of violence?..." he asked curiously. "Not violence but I have a phobia of blood. I can't look at it___ it's just gross..." She shivered remembering the same scene and brutal act of Xavier. He was still giving her nightmares. Ace chuckled. "The daughter of mafia don and still this kind of phobia... Interesting..."

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

untill I pushed the cloth aside entirely The painting was almost entirely black; a tiny white figure stood in the center all alone, with what looked like oddly shaped figures all over the figure, like they were… companions. Underneath it, my thumb traced the finely carved line; LONELINESS My eyes moved to the other painting. This one was covered in violent red brush strokes that intricately came together to form a beautifully ugly creature. The colors looked angry, like they were each yelling out screams that would be haunting to hear if they could speak out loud

There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked and there was an intricate drawing on her lower back just before her ass, and the drawing looked absolutely beautiful. She stood as if she was seeing hung, with her head pulled back and her long white hair cascading down her back, what looked like blood was dripping down her tied hands down her body and she looked unconscious. I slowly turned to the next page, and I could see a better picture, she was way above on the top of the page and down below her were two sets of people, one were feeding on her blood, feeding on her suffering, while the other all had their hands up, all trying to catc

About a hundred years ago, people in the land lived in peace and harmony. There are people with superhuman abilities and they call them Badbloods. They can harness the power of nature, they can make the plants grow in their will, some can transform into an animal, and some can see the future. Powers that no one knows where it come from as it wasn't hereditary. It was like a gift given to random people. Inkurs are the most powerful Badbloods. They are very rare for they draw their power from the Ether or the Abyss, the realms of heaven and hell.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.