Bloody Sweet Manga Novels & Stories

"Look at this! Her leg is bleeding. If not you who stepped on, how it can bleed like this? ' Once again Qomar blew on Syamsa's wound. Sazkia also saw Syamsa's feet. She was completely unsure if Syamsa's leg was injured at this time. She knew that the wound was dry and bleeding again from being scratched or intentionally injured. Sazkia frowned, trying to make sense. Analyze what might have happened. “Dear Mr. Qomar. Allah knows best what made her feet bleed like that. Assalamualaikum"

Copy-cat. MIKA: You cannot possibly....that magic will kill you with the poison in you LOGAN: Copy Mika (A copy of Mika appeared beside him and he coughs blood) Kill her MIKA COPY: Yes sir....Chain sword (she summoned Mika's chain sword which was a chain with sharp blade at the end then she cut off Mika's head, disappearing immediately Mika died)

The next day, my body felt weightless. The stomach pain that had been driving me insane was gone. I looked down and saw a body lying on the floor with a purple and blue face, as well as white foam and dark red blood crusted at the corners of the mouth. That was me. That was Layla Lloyd, as dead as a doornail. I floated in midair, staring at my own stiff corpse. It looked almost like a stranger. Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

Jlebb His ax this time hit Mitha's ribs, where the girl's heart was. Blood soaked Mizuki's black robe, for a moment the girl was silent while looking at Mitha who was moving with moans and breaths that remained. The girl's chest had stopped rising and falling, and Mizuki immediately took it to heart. He also paints a symbol as he usually does. Mitha looked at Mizuki leaving, the girl even left her covered in blood. The longer, Mitha's breath is getting no longer felt. And until, he felt dark. There's nothing more to see.

"Time to Make my Dream come true!!…Vibrant Scape of a Thousand Cherry Blossom...….This is awesome~…" Immersing myself in the act, as soon as I do the pose, the entire blade of Head Hunter disappear as I release it into the ground. Just like what happen in the anime, a row of thousands Head Hunter blade appear to my right and left then disperse into a scenery of a cherry petals flowing in the air. But There's a distinct difference between my Technique and the one in anime, instead of pink petals, mine was blood red, which is quite beautiful and scary at the same time, there's also a lingering sweet smells in the air. Still I was quite happy with the result, I love a technique that allow you t

Logan requested. “Sure. Enjoy, bub.” I shrugged, letting the nightmare fade. I could see when Miyazaki’s mind was clear. The hazy look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes were still unfocused, but blood loss like he’d suffered would do that to anyone. As his mind cleared, he became painfully aware of Logan’s hand around his throat. “This is for Suzu.” Logan snarled as he let his claws elongate and slashed into Miyazaki’s chest, exposing the bones that protected his lungs that were gasping for air and still heart.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." Adler ran his fingers of the spine of each book and then he read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

Estel heard simply the lovely description of love at its most sensual without feeling any embarrassment at the specificity, maybe because the words were recorded rather than spoken to her. She didn't find the love scenes in his earlier works sweet and compassionate. This one was probably not, but the others weren't. Something within her seemed receptive to the idea that love might be right, sound, and thrilling. Estel experienced the bliss the man in the narrative gave to his future bride as he took her gently but passionately. The sting of invasion gave way to the comfort of ownership. Then, the burning wants to be whole in this man's arms—the consummation of mutuality and oneness.

My ribs shriek in protest. I drive my shard up mindlessly into its gut—once, twice, three times. Hot black blood spills over my hand, burning where it touches. The smell is wrong—sweet and chemical, like meat left to rot in sorcery. Not wolf. Not man. Something made to unmake. The creature gurgles. But doesn’t fall. It’s not built to fall. It’s built to drag me down. I snarl, wrench the shard free, and jam it sideways into its gaping maw.