Novel & Cerita Bloody Painter X The Puppeteer

One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped through the hallway like thunder. Sergio looked back at her dubiously. "How come you are so comfortable with a gun and shooting people?" he asked her. Rosy shook her head uncertainly. "I don't understand it myself. My body is just responding to a command on its own." she replied and Sergio smirked. "Surely now you believe the De Luca's blood runs through your view now." "Doesn't prove anything." she muttered focusing on gaze on the men exchanging gunfire. Blood pooled across polished floors. Priceless artworks were torn to shreds. Smoke drifted toward the high ceilings like a prayer gone unanswered.

He wanted to darken the sun on his painting, giving it a richer tone. "Cerlance is a good boy, Philly." "We're all good boys, Ma. But talk to your son, alright? I heard he was having a threesome in his car." "Threesome?" she asked, clearly confused. He laughed even more at her innocent reaction. "Just G****e it, Ma." His gaze drifted from the painting and settled on the sea. A mermaid, huh? he thought. If such a thing existed, I’d take one home and—

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.

Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed. Waves of agony crashed over me as I saw my own nails split and separate from my flesh. The nails, driven deep by relentless hammering, sank into my fingers, through to my palm. One after another, until nails protruded from the back of my hand, glistening with blood. My screams filled the hollow basement, but they were not done. They grabbed pliers, yanking at the nails still clinging to the nail beds. They did not stop until every nail was torn away, every bone in my fingers shattered...

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