Bloody Painter X The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

The puppet collapsed, neutralized, its red eye still glowing, still watching, still transmitting. He became a surgeon of violence. A blur of motion, breaking down Lorian’s living machines with a terrifying, dispassionate precision. He moved from one puppet to another, a ghost in the strobe lights, his hands a flurry of precise, debilitating strikes. The Fangs, seeing his example, adapted. The battle shifted from a panicked brawl to a grim, methodical dismantling.

He glanced at my right hand, a mess of blood and flesh, tried to lift it, then pulled back, over and over, like a broken robot. I shut my eyes. The last thing I remember before blacking out was his panicked fluster and the raw, shattered sound of his voice, "No way..." When I came to, I was in some strange bedroom. The curtains were closed, keeping the blinding sunlight at bay. An IV was hooked to my left hand, my gunshot and leg wounds were patched up, and my right hand was swaddled in bandages, hiding any hint of fingers. I tried to move and winced at the stabbing pain. It seemed my painting days were over.

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.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

"I want to go home!" One of the hoods moves as a council member signals something to someone on my right. I turn in time to see broad shoulders too close to have time to run. The light flickers upon a silver blade. My mouth opens to scream in dismay, but nothing comes out. Why? As I touch my throat, my fingers are bathed in a warm, thick liquid. A fine line along my neck ignites a pang of pain. I raise my hands only to discover they are painted in red. My muscles aren't mine to control anymore. My body falls to one side, blood pumping out of my neck as I suffocate and choke.

Maybe it wasn't too late to save him. I was frozen on the spot and Alex took a small knife from the woman and then guided me closer to the chalice. “The blood ritual will now begin. If the blood dances with each other, it is confirmed that Alexander Hudson and Beatrice Madden are blood mates and Alexander can officially announce Beatrice as his blood mate. Does the blood reject each other, Alexander is unable to announce Beatrice as his blood mate. He will have to wait until the end of the night to then announce her as his chosen mate, as long as she is not claimed by another. Will she be claimed by another, a challenge for her will begin.” The woman concluded and I looked at her.

Adrian muttered as he continued to stare at Alexis there. “The pure blood vampire hunters will be fine. Believe in your abilities, and in her abilities. She'll be fine for sure. We can't dream of a vampire, or someone who is about to become a new born vampire. That's why we're doing what we can right now." said a man from one of the psychics.

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

To the best of Egbert's knowledge, Xavier's attainment methods could not have brought about that sort of change. "Haha, I see you're not entirely clueless, old man," Fannerly jeered with malice. In his eyes, Egbert was nothing more than a dead man walking. The battle at Thundlight marked the moment from when Fannerly started using the corpse puppet to destroy their targets. Even Eastplain's Gahrrs, whose lineage spanned millennia, saw their half-immortal taken down by the puppet before a proper defense could be mounted. "I'm battle you to the end!" Egbert gritted his teeth and roared as he felt the corpse puppet's vice-like grip constricting around him. At that moment, he knew that it would

No doubt, this must be the room where the puppeteer is. I slip back into the shadows and weave my way through the shadows until I am past the door. A knife heads in my direction, and I jump out of the shadows to dodge the attack. “A hunter with a shadow step? Now that’s interesting.” The puppeteer is just like I saw in my vision. He is possessed by one of the sponsors of this exam, and as far as I know, that man is dead. What a fool. He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body.