Bloody Drawings Novels & Stories

I checked out the drawers and I saw so many objects I couldn't even name, recognize, or even understand what they were used for. I moved to Ben’s desk and there were a few sketchbooks. They looked identical to his usual drawing books, but these ones were brown instead of Navy blue and they were very old. I picked up the last one. Maybe they were drawings of him or the girls he had fucked in this room. When I opened them, I was only met with further confusion. It was a repetition of a drawing of a young boy—whipped, cuffed, and tired, sometimes bleeding—being fucked by a curvy woman. This didn't feel right, it felt like—

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

His entire body was covered in a bloody mist. "Haha, my Demonic Blood Diagram has finally been mastered!" The figure let out another heaven-shaking laugh.

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

Not what she had imagined Alpha Kai's daily view to be. She swung her bag onto the wooden floor by her feet and sat, watching him lean against his heavy desk opposite her. She took a glance at the bookshelf built into the wall behind him. A huge curved sword was hung in the centre of the space, its milk-white handle held a stunning contrast with the deep blue-black of the blade itself. She had never seen anything like it before; it looked razor-sharp and freshly polished. The books that she could see from where she sat were mostly about pack history and war tactics, spaced with little trinkets and photos of Alpha Kai with other pack members. It was odd seeing him looking so carefree and happ

and he did the same. There was something unusual in the way he stares. His eyes were just pure... red. Like a large clot of blood. Suddenly, his eyes started to drip, like blood, slowly from his eye socket. My eyes widened in shock. His eye socket is now empty and void, and it was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen in my life. My breathing hitched, slowly and slowly, to the point that I cannot breathe properly— "Prohibere, Amadeo." [Stop it, Amadeo.]

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.