Bloody Painter X Puppeteer Novels & Stories

"The pup with the type-O blood that you conducted the paternity test on was someone I found at the orphanage," I explained. "I laid a trap in the Blackrock pack's medical center a long time ago. The moment Faith gave birth to your pup, I switched him out for someone else." Felix's stiff body began twitching slightly when he heard what I said. I lifted my hand and pointed at the pup with the pallid complexion in Faith's arms.

Rowan's eyes turned entirely blood-red at that moment, "since I can't keep you... and since I'm no longer an Alpha..." His bones cracked and popped sickeningly. His spine bulged, ripping the fabric of his shirt. The sudden explosive force threw the two Northern warriors holding him backward, sending them crashing heavily into the hall's pillars. His claws tore through his fingertips, extending into blood-red blades half a foot long. "Then let's be buried here together!" A thick, blood-red mist sprayed from his eyes, nose, and mouth as his body expanded, twisted, and tore itself apart right in front of me.

Empty like a shell. I felt like my inside was being ripped out. They weren't nice. They weren't playing mean. They were simply being a monster. They didn't think twice to let me fall off the edge. They didn't help me when I screamed to be saved. They didn't give me the one thing I wanted, mercy. I only wanted mercy. He began by my heart. Slowly and painfully he ripped it out. His hands were claws with sharp nails growing on them. His eyes were insanely black. Not one spot you could see yourself in. They were like stone. Sharp. Hard. Cold. And Lifeless.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

he asked, completely taunting the last ounce of patience that I have for this day. I clenched my jaw and tear the picture apart whilst I stare back at his deep stare. What does he want me to do? And what is he getting at? Unlike earlier, he wasn’t playful nor silent. Clearly, there is a round of thoughts that is knocking on his head and I will be very much privileged to know what violence he has in his mind. “ We are not some kind of monster that can be defined by words, Alpha Zac. We are simply monsters and showing her that isn’t necessary for in the end, she will be one of those bodies that you well disposed.”

I muttered, my gaze iron as I dissected the strange omen I had channeled onto the vellum, the canvas stretched taut over the wooden frame, with my horsehair paintbrush's lashes decorating it like black and brown stab wounds. Thick strokes. Deep pigment. Gleaming eyes: The Beast had emerged, as always. "I cannot stop painting you, my dear, strange Beast," I murmured, tracing the brush strokes of her black as night fur, the shape of her muzzle – her sharp eggshell claws stained with blood. My blood, thick midnight black clots like ruin as recognizable as my own fingers.

Noah promised, then left the penthouse with Tyler behind him. "We are ready boss." the bodyguard informed, bowing as he waited for the next line of instructions from his master. The boss was still standing and observing a gruesome painting that he had worked on himself a few months ago with a smile on his face. The painting which depicted the death of a whole family at the hands of a little boy laid in a thick frame, decorating the dark wall. "Lead the way." Ash Grey ordered and walked behind the bodyguard in a backward motion. When he reached the doorway, he finally tore his gaze away from the painting and started to hum a fast beat with his mouth as he walked.

His lips tug up into the smallest of smiles "Wanna see what I've done?" I stand and walk to him, standing behind. The smell hits me, and I'm wondering how hard it must be to stand something like this, but I say nothing, staring at the his painting. His paintings, as always, are done with red and black, some charcoal he sometimes has a thing for. In it, there's a girl, in a cage tied to a chair, by her own guts coming out from her stomach and she has feathers, except she looks as if some of them have been plucked out, and her skin is blistered, bleeding, sores…