Bloody Slash Novelas e Histórias

“Let’s end this farce.” The blood apparition lunged, its massive claws swiping downward. Marvin hurled the lightning spear with precision, the projectile cutting through the air like a bolt from the heavens. The spear pierced the creature’s chest, exploding in a brilliant flash of light that engulfed the foundry. The shockwave obliterated the surrounding area, reducing the blood construct to vapor. The hooded figure was sent sprawling, his body smoking and broken. His crimson aura had vanished entirely, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

He showed his skill and cruelty as a vampire with various deadly attacks. The battle continues, with the trees of the forest bearing witness. Alex and Victoria worked closely together, trying to control an increasingly angry and vicious Liam. They had to find a way to take down this more powerful enemy. Suddenly, Alex saw an opportunity. With one swift move, he grabbed Liam and threw him to the ground. Victoria soon followed with her deadly vampire power attack. Liam screamed in pain as the attack hit him. But just as it seemed they had almost succeeded in defeating Liam, something unexpected happened. Liam suddenly emitted a bright light that blinded Alex and Victoria. As they tried to shie

I repeated but with some hostility. "No need to sound aggressive Mr James" said Nicolas. He had a heavy moustache and a big frame and when he smiled, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We have a message for you" Harold said. "Give me the message and get the hell out" I said. "Its right here" Nicolas said, searching his briefcase. Before I could react, two bullets were immediately lodged into my skull. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slowly sank into oblivion.

If he were to help me and kill the strigoi, the accord would break, and the war would ignite. Before the stake impales the wooden plank beneath me, I roll over at the last second. My hand reaches into a puddle of blood for one of the girl's shoes. When the strigoi pulls the spike from the floor, I stab the sharp heel into his heart. As he drops his wooden weapon, his face contorts into a shocked and horrified expression.

Heavy footsteps thundered and ran down the corridor. Chaos truly erupted. Impact and groaning sounds echoed one after another. Gunshots boomed and ricocheted off the concrete walls. Paul saw flashes of light from gun muzzles. The stench of gunpowder filled the air. He heard a guard scream in pain, followed by the sickening sound of bones breaking. The atmosphere grew tense. The physical fight intensified when something changed. Paul could feel the vibrations—fabric tearing and low, inhuman growls. He saw several guards transform into wolves.

It’s birthing faster. I slash another across the face, the shard punching through an empty eye socket with a wet, sucking pop. It screams, a raw, desperate sound. I rip the shard free and ram it into its gut—twist—feel the rotted organs give way under the blade. I shove the corpse aside, boots sliding in the gore, and grab the fallen creature’s broken spear. It’s jagged. Splintered. Perfect. Behind me, the prisoner howls, driving his own shard into the chest of a witch-stitched thing that bleeds thick black pus instead of blood.

SLASH! A flash of gold slashes through the air. For a moment, Morales freezes in his spot. In slow motion, blood starts to spill from his neck, spraying all over Nine. She quickly backs off in disgust while Two stares in horror as Morales’ head falls on the ground followed by his torso. Damien is standing there with his sword in his hands, blooding spilling from it. His eyes are psychotic, almost in a cruel rage and his heart hardened by what he had just heard.

One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others. Slash! Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.