Bloody Painter X Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Bobby was exasperated and glared at Lucas. “I said come over here and let me kill you.” Lucas’ stunning face remained composed. “Don’t make me repeat it a third time.” His comment made Bobby mad. “Since you asked me to come over, then I will come over and kill you both!” Then, Bobby roared, “Art of Blood!” Suddenly, Bobby’s body trembled, and a fiery red aura emerged from him, forming a bloody creature, and charged toward Lucas and Cecilia. Lucas smiled faintly. Even though the bloody creature was creepy, it was still a weakling when presented before Lucas.

It seemed to appear out of thin air, the thick, viscous blood flowing endlessly from within the puppet's form. Gradually, the blood began seeping into the puppet's eyes, nose, and other facial features, making it look exactly like a desperate, helpless person filled with hatred who wanted revenge but was powerless to achieve it. "I'll kill you, Stanley. I must kill you and make you feel the same torment and suffering I endured…" The puppet's voice grew weaker but more venomous with each word. Stanley burst into maniacal laughter that echoed through the tomb like the sound of a madman celebrating his victory.

The blood energy on his body surged up in the next instant, and all three thousand wraith puppets roared one after another, twisting and joining to form a giant wraith puppet at least five meters high. Moreover, this puppet was different from the previous ones. It was a physical manifestation. There was no need for the spiritual eye. Even ordinary people could see it with their naked eyes. “Roar!” The gigantic wraith puppet roared. Its mouth opened wide, black air surging forward. “Ahhhh—” “What the hell is that?!” “It… I-It looks like a demon, Blood Devourer, from the Blood Cult!” It was Travis, who was more knowledgeable on this matter, who called out.

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.

The blood stopped in place for a moment, and then with a crash, it completely scattered, scattering everywhere. A strong smell of blood spread around. Caspian turned around and looked at the spot where the puppet had just landed. The puppet was already standing in the pit. Its clothes looked a little dirty, and the mask on its face cracked. The puppet stood still. It was unknown if it was the death of a male cultivator made it suddenly lose the order or something else, it became a little helpless. A moment later, its long fingers reached out again. The dark blue light on its fingertips flickered, revealing a chilling chill that pierced straight into people’s heart.

The palette is all darks with Prussian blue, burnt umber, alizarin crimson so deep it looks like dried blood. I load the brush and attack the canvas with strokes that splatter paint across the floor, the easel, and my arms. The image that forms is violent and shapeless, a battlefield rendered in oil, and I don't care what it looks like because I'm not painting for beauty right now. I'm painting to survive what Baker just told me. My father is innocent, Ryan's parents were murdered, Tasha's father paid for the cover-up, and the boy who destroyed my life was a puppet on strings held by the same man who destroyed his.

The men ogled me like I was a treasure freshly unwrapped and meant for their possession, while the women's eyes burned like pure venom. I took a sharp breath, just as I tried to avert my gaze, my eyes caught sight of Madam Morveth, in a blink, she was gone. “A message for the demon!” a little child screamed distracting my gaze, he walked up to the stage where I knelt, then whispered into my face, eyes pierced mine with undoubted certainty. “You shall be haunted by desire…” A quick chuckle escaped his lips. “…and nothing more.”

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

"It is my honor to serve the Holy Maiden. I will go now. I have also found a new body for you. You can change your face when you are reborn." "My dear, I must admit I'm not very satisfied lately," said the puppet doll, opening its mouth and smiling like a human. "Maybe it's because of the mixed blood of the United States, becoming a strange mix, and not even a tenth as noble as before. But there's no need to look for someone else, I've seen the one from the Cromwell family who caused us trouble." "After Lucky Potent showed up, I found a way to get her body." The puppet doll seemed to be reminiscing when it said, "I really liked the other person's face."

"Two." "Three!" Pink raised her arm up and curled it to the side, her whip sailed into the air and latched around one of the Hellhounds' necks. She pulled with all her strength and once it slid down on its face, she took her blade out, launched herself into the air to land above the demonic dog and sunk her blade straight into its head with the help of her weight.