Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

“Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—” “Calm down!” She laughed, cutting her off. She could clearly see Nelly’s shock and concern, and she appreciated it. It only proved how loyal Nelly was to Phillian. “I didn’t strip in front of just any painter, so chill.” “Then who—?” “Your boss painted it. I posed for him, silly.” Nelly’s eyes widened even more, her face baffled. “Oh, of course, you didn’t know.” She gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Everleigh!” Everleigh’s movements were a blur of crimson and shadow. I had never seen her fight before, and I never thought I would see the day. Her teeth sharpened into lethal points, glinted in the dim light. Arturo, with a feral grin, met her onslaught with equal ferocity. Their bodies became a whirlwind of motion, punctuated by the sharp cracks of flesh meeting flesh. Dominic, observing the chaos with cold calculation, waited for an opening. His eyes, devoid of emotion, fixed on me. I gulped. “Dominic…”

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.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

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

"Without looking over her shoulder for once." My phone vibrated in my pocket. Tiny's name flashed on the screen. "Report," I answered quietly, moving further from the bedroom. "Everything's clear, Alpha," my Beta's deep voice rumbled. "The painter has been vetted. Former art professor, human, no connections to any packs or supernatural factions." I stiffened. "What painter?" There was a pause on the line. "The one your Luna sat for yesterday. On the south beach. I assumed you knew."

If you looked closely, you could see the faint outlines of the mansion’s floor plan woven into the briars. Blood: A violent, crimson abstract that captured the night of the gala and the biological war of the Trust. It was thick, textured, and moved like a living thing under the gallery lights. Sky: An open-concept masterpiece of blues, golds, and whites. It was the New Sanctuary. It was the moment Ethan called Zander “Dad.” It was the feeling of oxygen finally reaching lungs that had been drowning for years. “It’s haunting,” a critic whispered, not realizing I was standing behind him. “It’s as if she didn’t just paint it—she bled it.”

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.