Bloody Flux Definition Novels & Stories

“We build. You destroy. We create possibilities. You steal them.” “Perspective,” Emptiness repeated. “I am saving realities from contamination. That is construction, not destruction.” “Then let me show you another perspective,” Flux said quietly. The chaos being moved forward, their form solidifying into something almost solid. Almost vulnerable. “I was like you once,” Flux said. “Believed purity mattered. That separation was safety. That difference was danger.” They gestured to the library. “But I learned something. Isolation isn’t purity. It’s stagnation. Death disguised as preservation.”

Like I could float forever. I kept floating for a few minutes before speaking out loud to myself, “This is weird, I never really liked the water.” Immediately- the bright sky, animated beautiful valley and warm receptive water changed. The sky turned dark, the flowers in the valley shriveled up and the water turned frigid. I then remembered that this river had no bottom and tried to move, fear clogging up my throat as the lake started to sing a haunting song, trapping me firmly in its embrace. The sea,

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

’ Future Noah would flip his middle finger at that: ‘That beast in human skin is not even the half of it! Current Noah, however, had no idea of what was to come, and as the owner of a wonderous mind whose innate curiosity could easily bypass all the negative thoughts, his attention was easily diverted to another topic: “What is a Fluxer and what personality trait is it related to?” “Fluxers are really adaptable, open-minded, and flexible in their way of thinking. Their power is to change the physical state of matter. Like, turning stuff from gas to liquid to solid and vice versa.” Blackie explained.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

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.

Five minutes later we were standing outside the house as specialists carefully examined the medium-sized black box sitting inside a containment unit. One of them looked up. "No explosives." I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "So what's inside?" The officer carefully opened it, everyone leaned forward. There was only one item, a small flash drive and nothing else. No note. No fingerprints, no return address...just a flash drive. Brooks looked at me. "This has your name written all over it." "I know." The officer handed it over using protective gloves. "We'll still run tests."

He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be a monster. A part of Alexander tried to remind not to enjoy the taste of the blood, the euphoric feeling it brought when he was the person making another bleed. It was only a necessity. A necessity he wished never existed until they killed her. He wanted to stop…He so desperately wanted to, but his thirst controlled his body and kept asking for more, it kept asking him to take more even though he knew it would kill him…It would become another stain on his already imperfect coat and he would enjoy taking everything the bastard had to give.

"Let her go,she's ours" The mist coil like Anaconda and rounded the forest,hissing,snapping effortlessly,it traveled along the part of the gamaliels and stood there as if to challenge them,the gamaliels sneer and in a minute their skins begin to peel,turning into a Phoenix,they'd the powers,they'd the strength that's why they addressed them as the red blooded kim,it changed from mallow to olive bad then salmon. The mist recoil moving back and in a snap they attacked,coiling around their enemies like ropes,the gamaliels tore it apart earning a loud squeal,a deafening one.