Bloody Painter X Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

The blood was painted on the dirty blood-stained floor, fresh. " I'm such a brilliant artist. " He took his time staring at the dead body with a satisfied grin. When finally his eyes fell on the pale and silently crying doll. Her lips were blue even her nails, this freezing temperature was too much for the fragile like her but the thing was turning even white it was his presence. " Did you enjoy it, my love? " He asked me to come closer to her and sit on the floor with his legs folded comfortably. She kept her mouth shut but her eyes were hollow, feeling him near.

I touched it again in different places, and it still felt like a regular painting. “Are you kidding me?” Frustratedly, I hit the painting with my fists and scraped my knuckles from the corner. Some of my blood splashed on the painting. I grabbed a cloth to clean it when I noticed it had disappeared. My blood was nowhere to be seen. I looked down at the cut on my hand and back at the painting. “Blood Magic,” I whispered as I touched the painting with my bloody hand. “Come on, grimoire. Come to me.”

"Frak frak frak frak--" The Sovereign Corpse Puppet let out a few low and weird foreign words, then violently stood upright like a zombie, and then rushed to the purple-robed old man like lightning, and opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs, biting at his neck. The purple-robed old man was shocked, and under his instinctive reaction, he raised his arm to resist, but he didn't expect the corpse puppet to bite on his wrist, immediately leaving four horrifyingly gruesome blood holes.

“I offer a Destiny Pill that can help awaken innate abilities.” “I offer a technique that uses blood to escape, capable of traversing space.” “I offer...” After Andrius’ offer, many others continued to bid. Before long, all the bids were recorded. “Fellow cultivators...” The woman smiled and said, “I will now convey your bids to the seller. Please wait a moment.” The woman went backstage. That was where the owner of the corpse puppet, the lord of Blackwater City, Victor Mercer, was waiting! “Lord Mercer...”

As the music kicked back in, the room buzzed with life once more. He turned to me, his gaze softening. "Is your hand still hurting?" I shook my head. Looking up, I caught the gentle warmth in his eyes. Three months later. The studio was filled with the scent of turpentine. My left hand gripped a paintbrush, sweeping vibrant hues across the canvas. Though my right hand was out of commission, it had regained enough strength to hold the easel steady. Bradley entered, a takeout box in hand. "Lunchtime."

She clenched her fists so hard her nails broke against her palms, and her screams remained strangled in the back of her throat. ​Only when her back was a shapeless mass of gore did the middle-aged man stop. ​"Your blood is too holy to be wasted on this filthy floor," the Pope said, drawing a dagger with a serrated blade. "Have you discovered why the monster seeks you?" ​"No." ​"Seduce him. Make him confess." ​Without mercy, the Pope grabbed Elenor’s wrist and pressed the jagged blade against her pulse. He didn't slice quickly, but pressed down slowly instead, sawing back and forth.

He asked. He then flicked out a puppet from his pocket. “I took the liberty of having your daughter here Clarisee make this for me,” he exhaled. “Irs main ability is to return whatever damage I deal on it to whoever's DNA is embedded on it. And you wouldn't believe this… I took the Liberty of getting a bit of your blood on the puppet,” he chuckled. “So I suggest you obey me,” he said and then broke the hand of the puppet and Diane yelled in pain as her bones cracked. “Ouch,” Harkov laughed.

Asher breathes, his voice tight with fear. The being's gaze sweeps over us, a sneer twisting its features. "How touching," it says, its voice a discordant chorus of a thousand tortured souls. "The hybrid sisters and their pet Guardian, thinking they can stand against the inevitable." With a lazy flick of its wrist, the Puppet Master sends a wave of dark energy hurtling towards us. I brace for impact, but it never comes. Instead, I hear a pained grunt and open my eyes to see Xander standing before me, having taken the full brunt of the attack.

The world choke violently,all the creatures and beings felt the power and feared greatly,even the human world was in chaos,the chaos of the Ruthless Jonas was able to locate them,on reaching the spot he ran to Gavin and healed him immediately,Gavin stood up and made eye contact with Jonas and they ran after the king using their spiritual energy The king is already lost control and if they leave him he might destroy their world,Jonas can not watch that happen,he had been there for an unknown reason best known to him and he only lived to fulfill the quest and he will watch the Bloody Vampire King being born