Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

I’ve found several stains of blood while seeing Papochka entering the home with a gun. There’s a rumour in the house that my Baboo used to paint with human blood. Even the sarcastic and fun-loving Papa Killian often loses his calm and beats the guards to pulp. Still, I’ve seen those people scroll past headlines soaked in blood and sip their coffee. Maybe we’ve all become too comfortable in our indifference, too fluent in detachment. Maybe monsters don’t hide under our beds anymore, they sit beside us, perfectly calm, chewing gum and asking what’s for dinner.

I had thought the first time we met had to be an accident. I tried to pay full attention as each painting was called and bid on. Until my painting was called, sitting in front of these strangers was a painting of Bloom’s scan, only that it was masked in red and blue. Red signified my loss and the disconnection between us now. Blue stood for the hope her once-existing love had given me—that my baby had chosen me as her mother. She was the only love I knew. “This painting is by Phoenix, called The Unending Love. It is going for a million dollars.” Mr Billy informed.

This painting held so many memories that I didn't know how I moved from my seat or how I stood before the painting caressing it. “It's the original work of the not so famous artist, and mafia heir, may his soul rest in peace, Devon,” someone explained behind me, I didn't care to turn… I didn't want to, knowing that the fallen house of Devon was entirely my fault. I had played along with them, then at the last minute I struck, erasing the only mafia family that accepted me, except the Xavier's — it was my duty. I had to. My hands trembled as I felt the beautiful and smooth texture of the painting. I stared at the black and white painting; a little girl staring into a dark tunnel while holding

“Hey, let’s not let Marco ruin our day. Want to see my paintings?” “You paint?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “Of course I do! I’m not perfect, still learning but it helps.” She bounced off the bed with renewed energy. I followed her to the corner of her room where several canvases leaned against the wall. Her paintings were hauntingly beautiful—dark, emotional pieces that captured the shadows of their life. One showed a rose garden at night, petals dripping like blood under moonlight. Another depicted fractured family silhouettes, hands reaching but never quite touching. There was pain in every brushstroke, but also resilience. A blooming flower wrapped in barbed wire. A lone wolf standing

The tears that had also mixed with the paint I had used to make this art, the art that was made out of my own pain and heartbreak. I lifted my hand, my fingers hovering over his dark form, the only thing that gave away that it was Cole was the slash of moonlight on his right brow and the highlight of the right side of his face. That square jawline and the hint of stubble on it. And one more thing, his hand holding a delicate jaw of the female figure lying under him. Me. It was me. The whole painting was black and white, and various shades of grey. The darkness of it had resembled the same dark emotions brewing inside me while I had painted it. But there was one color that I didn’t mute. The

I took the raw, chaotic, creative power of the Universe the power of the Artist, the Writer, the Lover and I injected it into the stream of sorrow. I turned the Archive into a Gallery. I took the grief of the dying sun and painted it with the hope of a new nebula. I took the rage of the soldier and gave it the context of peace. I took the fear of the child and gave it a nightlight. < CRITICAL SYSTEM UPDATE. > The red light of the Core faltered. The screaming faces stopped. They looked around, confused, as the blue light of the Origin-Code washed over them, turning their agony into art.

Even so, right that moment, I was so sure that the person walking towards me was him. His hair was red and ponytailed. He has three piercings in the right ear and has a tattooed symbol at his left temple down to his cheek. He was wearing a black cloak tainted with a lot if red stains, which I'm sure is blood. The thought of whose blood is it terrifies me. By the way he looks, he obviously just came from a war. But why did he make it here? Does that mean... No. It can't be. Red smoke went out from my necklace. The next second, Raja's growl echoed in the whole palace. His tail surrounded me in a protective stance.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

I stood up as quickly as lightning and fell back down. My leg seems to be tightened with a metal. I looked down at my legs and there was a chain?! I heaved a deep breath, calming myself for what would come. The last thing I remember is bumping into Alexander Tyrone. The Mafia Leader shit! I looked around the room and it was a room...it was painted blue and the Curtains were blue as well. Whoever put me in this room was an angel, cause blue was my favorite color. "You seem to be happy with the room." The dark deep voice made me look up quickly.