Carnage Black White And Blood Novels & Stories

This newly formed ghost are said to be as equally powerful to a malicious ghost, sometime we can consider them as more worst then malicious ghost since they are more deadly and dangerous when it come to destroy them… Black Blood ghost have no sense of reason and only had instinct to kill each and every living being that comes in contact with the blood that is splashed by him, this ghost can trace smell of his own blood on humans and kills them brutally no matter how far they try to run. This was an extremely vicious formation. Sooner or later there would be revenge for this but I was wondering who managed to formed a black blood ghost here in this bungalow of Mr. Hanzo and why now when Mr. H

When I gave it a read, I wrote 'Man in black clothing dumping the bodies he killed by slashing their throats and cutting their tongues out. I backed away from my system and looked at it with utter shock, not believing what I was seeing. What the hell is happening here!?

The room screamed masculinity and maleness. The walls were painted in black with a little bit of white here and there that was used to lighten the room. The furniture was a shade of dim colors and everything seemed totally out of this world. There was a cactus plant growing in a point and another pot of purple hibiscus in a pot on the window. She shot out of bed immediately, scenes from last night breaking into her mind bits by bits. She recalled entirely what had happened. From the man in her office, to his silent moves. Peter's dead body and his hands on her silent shoulder.

I said, and my voice didn’t shake nearly as much as I expected it to, “then I’m done running.” I pressed the blade into my palm. The first drop of blood hit the bowl. Every candle in the room exploded into silver flame at once, and the floor trembled beneath my knees like the castle itself had exhaled. ⸻ Far away, in a hall still stained with my blood from another kind of ceremony, Alpha Lucien Blackthorn clutched his chest and went to his knees without knowing why. His wolf tore through him with a roar that had no source, no enemy, nothing to fight but the impossible thought crashing through him all at once.

They could also sense the lingering presence of a vampire in the room. "There's something wrong with this room." Alex whispered to Victoria. "I know. This is no ordinary murder. This is the work of a vampire." Victoria whispered back. "Do you think so too?" asked Alex in surprise. "Hmm... something like that. Look at these bloody sheets. That's not human blood. It's vampire blood." Victoria said softly as she pointed to the sheets on the bed. Alex looked at the sheet carefully. He noticed that the colour of the blood was darker and thicker than human blood. He also saw black spots around the blood.

Glass shattered, screams ripped through the air, and the scent of gunpowder choked the room. Chaos erupted like a dam bursting. People scrambled for cover, bodies colliding in a panicked stampede. My gaze darted around, searching for the source of the carnage. Seven figures, black silhouettes against the flashing lights, had infiltrated the club, their faces obscured by masks, their hands spitting fire.

"It's not bleeding that bad, you're going to be okay." Maybe physically. I looked around for the first time and saw blood spatter against the walls and furniture. Entrails and scraps of flesh were scattered around the living suite, accompanied by other evidences of dismemberment. Jai was cornering something beside the bed. His hands were stretched out by his sides as he crouched low. After what I had been through, I would have thought nothing would have surprised me. I was shocked, however, to see the mounds of black fur that peaked over Jai's shoulder.

Something older screams through him. Something hungry. Something waking. I stumble back, my palms pressed over my ears, but the sound isn’t in the air. It’s inside me. It crawls along the bond, scraping its claws across my spine, threading itself around my heartbeat. I gasp, choking on air that doesn’t feel like air anymore. “Cain,” I whisper, voice breaking. “Oh gods—please—fight it—” He can’t hear me. Or maybe he hears too well. His head slams to the ground. His hands claw at the dirt. His veins glow beneath his skin—red, black, then a stark, impossible white, like moonlight bleeding under flesh.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa