Blossom And Blood Novels & Stories

The blood trickling down her body and the sound of her muffled screams was a sight to behold. With sharp and precise movements, I pulled out the device; ripping her nipples and slicing her mammary gland open. Blood spurted everywhere from the destroyed organ, decorating my boots and the beautiful carpet. "It's called a breast slicer!!" I said with a smile. I removed the gag from my spectator and let him utter strings of profanities and curses in Russian. "Do you confess to your crimes Mr. Vladimir?" "Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!"

Though it was more likely that Sei was trying to get back at them by using Rojean and he just thinks it was fucking absurd to have someone who had nothing to do with them get involved. That was it. He didn’t like getting innocent people involved. His counselling did him a good job on getting a little bit of his humanity back because he really didn’t care before if anyone did cross paths with them. Perhaps… it was something else he just wasn’t aware of? “Yeah,” Nicholas nodded his head to break the silence. “It would be a little obvious to act too hasty and early. We go at the perfect time. Where we don’t get blamed.” “Hm,” James nodded his head. “We shouldn’t hesitate if we find out they’re

We became best friends right from our college days and we both studied cinematology during our university days. Jamie was one lady with a very pretty face. Her sunrise gold hair always flowed over her shoulders. Her glossy skin was one of her easily noticeable, admirable features. She had a dainty nose which perfectly aligned with her round face. Her petite body figure and burnished skin were perfect for her body. Jamie was indeed beautiful. I was doing the dishes in the kitchen when Jamie's shrill voice startled me again. "We did it!" Jamie screamed and excitedly jumped on me as soon as I appeared in the living room.

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.

“Then the world will bleed.” The roses trembled in the midnight breeze, petals scattering like drops of blood over stone. And in the shadows beyond the orchard, unseen, a pair of eyes watched — cold, calculating, patient. Isabella.

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

Raina was consumed by vengeance, seething with hatred. She walked quickly, but the black umbrella above her head remained steady, shielding her from the pouring rain without letting a single drop touch her. The Widow's Bloom grew in only one place—nourished by blood, breaking through the ground from among bleached bones. It seemed to bloom straight from hell, inherently poisonous, so rare and strange that most people didn’t even know such a thing existed. She didn’t know how long she had been walking when she suddenly stopped.