Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

My eyes had started to be droopy and the last thing I know I blacked out. And here I was in a room , with just my inner garments and cuffs around my hands and legs. The room was darks and there was a little light coming through from a little window that was a bit higher at the wall. I sighed heavily as I started thinking of how stupid I was to trust a stranger so easily. The door opened and I saw a male shadow walk towards me. When he became visible, the anger that I had inside me only increased. “You.” I seethed. Claus glanced at me with a mischievous smile edged on his face.

She untied herself, ruffling her hair. A small bag containing rabbit blood that was safely hidden behind her bra was finally used. The temple and the cracked glass were covered in a red, fishy-smelling liquid. The last step could be more precise. Ruby positioned her head as if sleeping on her side on the dressing table while one arm was held straight and clamped on the side that was stained with blood. She also took photos of the cracked glass; remember the chaos there. Shey offers to help as a photographer, but Ruby refuses because having someone else is too risky to leave traces.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

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.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

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.

I can't have my hands holding unto his own before finding out what happened. " I'm sorry, what is wrong?". He was a bit hurt about my refusal. " Nothing! But I feel like you're lying to me". I said and then told him what I saw. The blood and how much it made no sense to me that the first thing I'd see would be blood _ was it human blood or is it something else?.. "What do you want to know?". After deliberating about the whole thing for almost an hour, he was finally willing to open his mouth and tell me the truth..

On the third day, the dam broke. It started with a single slash of black paint across a pristine white canvas. It was an act of violence, a scream without sound. Then another, and another. He wasn't painting a picture; he was exorcising a demon. He used his hands, knives, rags, anything he could find. The colors were murky, violent: deep burgundy like old blood, sickly yellow like a bruise, charcoal black like a void.