Bloody Painter X The Puppeteer Novels & Stories

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.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Rain turned to look at the man next to her who still maintained a calm expression on his face. Most of the blood that spurted out of Pietro’s hand landed on his face and his suit yet he looked so calm…he had a gun in his hand. He killed the man. Rain wasn’t sure what compelled her to move her body, she got up… she looked at him in horror. He didn’t look like he just took a life, he looked like—a demon—no, Lucifer himself. She took unconscious steps backwards. She couldn’t stay here, she couldn’t stand the sight of blood, she couldn’t stand the sight of…him.

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…

The hair goes up on my arms and neck and you can feel the malevolence in the room, taste it on your tongue. I look back at Maeve and I see that her eyes are open, but they are opaque, unseeing, and light is shining out of them. As I watch, the light in her eyes travels down her face, to her neck and shoulders, then down her arms into Xander’s shoulder. The nasty bubbling goo on his shoulder begins to seep out of him onto the blanket beneath. Immediately, it’s like the blanket grabs onto the goo, fighting with it until it sucks it into the threads of the blanket.

“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...”

Fooled and pulled in by Setareh’s beauty and manipulation. “What a perfect ending to this bullshit little story. To have both Javed’s intended and her new mate… Gotta say, impressed you wasted no time there doggy… To have you both taken out by the very male who was entombed next to Javed during his entire sentence! The male who has basically been frozen for a thousand years and is still very much a baby vampire. With a baby vampire’s thirst and serious lack of control…” a female says, her voice low and serious. I wince as the collared vamp growls with his fangs out, there’s already blood on his chest likely from his first snack of the night. His eyes are practically red and he’s clearly stil

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.”

"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.

The pup cannot touch a single drop of his blood. At the mention of the little pup, I gritted my teeth and took a step back. The moment I stepped back, the blood-red demon wolf that Rowan had become let out a roar and lunged at Lucian. All I saw were two shadows, one black and one red, viciously tearing at each other in the center of the hall. Pillars were smashed, and the entire estate felt as though it was about to be torn apart. Through the pack link, I could feel every breath Lucian took.