Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

Suddenly, before they knew it, the air turned blood-red around them; a scarlet mist had shrouded the battlefield. The scarlet mist covered the entire battlefield and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Corpse Puppets, all still greasy with blood dripping off their limbs, appeared out of the thick air! The sudden appearance of the Corpse Puppets in their midst took the invaders of the Orthodox Path by surprise. These were hardly the common Corpse Puppets they have been fighting against, but Blood Corpses, one of the more formidable killing contrivances of the Corpse Refinery Sect.

I swallowed the fear, crushed it down and slipped into the building where the stench of death wrapped around me like a blanket. The place was chaos. Blood pooled across the cracked tiles, seeping into the cracks. Our men, half a dozen bruised, scarred bastards, dragged bodies toward the far corner, stacking them like wood for a bonfire. “Careful,” I barked, stepping over the limp arm of a man whose eyes were still open. “Don’t leave trails. We’re not amateurs.” One of them looked like he wanted to vomit. His face had gone pale under the dim lightbulbs that flickered above.

“Next time we meet…” The shadows swallowed her feet. Her legs. “…she won’t be herself anymore.” Her body. Her face. And then.. Gone. Just like that. The pressure vanished. Sara collapsed forward, gasping. The battlefield fell silent. The shadows retreated. The creatures disappeared. Leaving behind Blood. Broken bodies. And fear. Real fear. Sara pushed herself up slowly, her entire body shaking. Thea rushed to her side. “Sara..” “I’m fine,” she snapped, even though she wasn’t.

Because in The Crimson Cage, being noticed by Knox Ashford is the beginning of the end. I attack the remaining bloodstains with renewed focus, scrubbing until my shoulders burn and my vision blurs. The physical pain is grounding. Real. Something I can control when everything else feels like it’s slipping through my fingers. The thing about fear is that it either sharpens you or breaks you. I figured out which one I’d be a long time ago.

I collapse inside, dragging the door shut with a grunt. Darkness closes around me, cool and suffocating. For the first time since Scar ambushed me, I allow myself to feel. Fear. Rage. Regret so heavy my lungs feel too small for it. I lower myself onto the splintered wooden floor, each movement slow and deliberate. Blood drips from my face, tracing hot paths down my jaw. My palms shake as I rip fabric from my sleeve to bind the worst of the bleeding. Scar didn’t hold back.

I could never get used to how the Koch’s carry guns around like it is a plaything. He laid on the tattered ground, cold and lifeless. His dark red blood flowed to my leg. “Did I frighten you dear?” He faked his sympathy. My ears were ringing. My legs refused to move. I stood like a statue as the blood crept closer, soaking the hem of my pants. The smell was sickening– metallic and raw.

She marked me. She pulls her lips away from my neck and licks the fresh mark clean. Her lips are tinted a dark shade of red from my blood. Daya spins around and faces Mara, whose face is frozen into a look of disbelief. In one swift motion, Daya swipes the silver blade in front of Mara. A strained gasp leaves Mara’s lips and her neck starts to bleed slowly. She coughs up blood as she tries to breathe, making the slash across her neck more prominent.

"But neither should I fall prey to his games, nor for that matter anybody in this pack." Liam's face remained furrowed, a look of deep concern etched upon it. "I know what you're saying, and I agree completely, but on the other side, our guys witnessed their buddies being slaughtered-their throats ripped open and their bodies mutilated. It's hard when fear like this doesn't erase itself.” I nodded, acknowledging his point. Actually, the seeds of fear had already been instilled in their hearts. No amount of rationale or strategy could delete the sights seared into their brains-the blood, the lifeless bodies of their comrades, the smell of death still hanging in the air.

I followed him with my heart thudding madly. My stomach churned when I finally saw the corpse. It was beyond recognition and was mostly covered in blood. Cuts, scabs and bruises littered it's bloodied skin.Theo had gone impossibly pale at the sight of the corpse. He took a step backwards, looking like he was going to be sick. It was almost as if he recognized whoever it was.

The riverbank offered little solace. Cold seeped into their bones, a chilling echo of the fear that clutched their hearts. Talia’s trembling hands coaxed a weak fire from damp kindling, its flickering glow dancing with shadows. The scent of blood clung to the air—sharp, metallic, and cruelly familiar. Exhaustion clawed at their limbs, but sleep remained a luxury they couldn’t afford.