Bloody Sweet Comic Novels & Stories

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

"There were others much younger than her who thrived, even in the Council. We are done talking!" Another man steps forward with a glass, punctures the toothless prisoner's flesh, and fills his glass with blood. My chest heaves and I freeze. My knees buckle as violent tremors shoot through my body. Cold sweat drips down my back. In my ears beats the rhythm of my heart. I swoon at the sight of so much blood. But the man with blue eyes and a warm voice holds me steady when I sway. What in heaven is happening here?

With a small smile on my face, I replied with a puppy dog eye emoji. I wouldn't say Blanco was fully my friend, but he's really been a vibe for the boring and tiresome days. Always with the positive energy. Just like Flare. I winced at the thought my subconscious was putting up. A ding from my phone reverted my attention. It was Blanco sending me a crying emoji. How dramatic can this guy be? I decide to reply with a text that read: Looks like I'd be seeing you there. I'm taking their entrance exam in a week's time. I really do wish you luck.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

The sun rays showered the living room with their bright light, reflecting on the marble floors, and illuminating the room with their natural light; this gave the room a warm ambience and I smiled in satisfaction at the beauty of the afternoon. My morning had been quite uneventful, having spent the early hours staying locked up in my room in an attempt to avoid Adrian, yesterday's stomach stirring moment still burning in my memory; and the later hours laughing my heart out to Andre and Rainbow 'Bow' Johnson's dealings with their crazy and dramatic family, work, and everyday life in Blackish, one of my favorite comedy TV series.

This is art work! From the whip on the man’s back, blood sprays all over my body. It is warm and sparkling. I like the way it is red. I like how it smells. I even like how it tastes. I start laughing, inhaling and licking the blood around my face. It tastes yummy

Ariel didn’t give him time to recover as she continued twisting, an animalistic smile making its way to her lips as the scent of blood began to saturate the room and the bone stuck out. “You bitch!” The man yelled out, spittle flying from his mouth, but Maddie could see through his move, and her fingers were plunging deep into his eyes, plugging out his sockets with her claws. The man stumbled and fell on his knees, his head bowed down as blood pooled on the floor before him, and he cried out in a loud voice. It was an easy kill; Maddie went for his blade in his pocket and was plunging it deep into his heart, twisting it all the way in so that there was no way he was going to survive it.