Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

He continued retching until there was nothing left. As he slumped back, his body went limp, resembling a corpse left undisturbed for too long. His once-pale skin now bore a ghastly blue hue, reminiscent of decaying flesh. My stomach churned, and I instinctively recoiled, blood dripping down my neck and chest. I sat there motionless, watching the vampire boy who remained still after expelling the blood he had consumed from me. Fear gripped me once more as the realization dawned on me.

A couple of cold-blooded corpses. My heart was hammering in my chest, every pump accentuated and sped up, and my eyes felt like they left their socket as I counted five dead bodies scattered around me lifeless, they looked brutally murdered. Being frightened would be an understatement, I was beyond frightened, I felt debilitated almost like I was going to pass out. All the bodies were covered in fresh blood as I examined them with weak strength. I looked down at myself and instantly began trembling with trepidation when I realized I was covered with blood; I was going to be sick. I panicked, wondering whose blood it was; was it mine? I sighed thinking about it, I couldn’t be mine, I may feel

I was so scared to find out. I slowly started crawling towards the window. My heart is pounding in fear, the fear of finding out that the blood is Logan's. Reaching to the window without glass, I slowly looked through it. The first thing I saw was the head of that strange lying on the ground, its body next to it. I felt so relieved. The blood wasn't Logan's blood. It was then I noticed that the blood is not pure red as a normal blood. It has a faint color of green. I looked over and saw Logan's wolf, squatting as he's catching his breath. The body is covered with blood. I'm glad he's alive. When I thought he was the one dead, I couldn't explain the fear in me.

I need to find him. I was about to exit from the scene when sticky liquid splashed on me. I was petrified as I saw my clothes stained with red. I looked at my hands nervously and I realized that it was blood. A huge amount of blood. Fear spreads throughout my body and my knees shake uncontrollably. My breathing became heavy as I stared at the dead bear. The tiger killed it. I have not escaped. Black bands started to form around me. It must be because of my overwhelming fear that I unconsciously generated Nyx. The bloodied tiger looked into me with sharp eyes.

My instincts have been right about his position, he was sitting exactly how I imagined but suddenly he stood up and climbed up on the bed. The duvet was swiftly pulled away, revealing my body to his gaze. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his shirt, and a horrified scream escaped my lips. "Blood!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with shock and terror. The sight before me was both horrifying and surreal, sending a wave of panic crashing over me. His shirt was covered in blood stains, especially on his chest. Looking at him, it was clear that he had just returned from murdering someone. "Blood!" My vision blurred and my heart raced, overwhelmed by fear and revulsion. The sight of blood pushed

And like snapped back from a trance, her gaze instantly landed on the horror scene at her feet. A small, terrified scream escaped her lips, her entire body violently trembling as her horrified gaze moved from the blood covering her clothes, to the gruesome pile of body parts laying on the floor in a puddle of crimson. Holy fuck... Daya My blood-covered body violently convulsed as my gaze remained glued to the floor, staring at the lifeless, torn human parts, my mind stilling in the same shocked state. No...he’s...dead...Another human... I have killed another innocent human...

“I believe he was scared.” That landed. For a moment, just a moment, the scene sharpened around the edges. The music. The glass in my hand. The dark reflection in the window behind him. Fear changes things. Real fear, I mean. It carries differently than nerves. Smells different too, if you’re the sort of person who notices that kind of thing. Darren wasn’t just enjoying a spooky story now. He was remembering something he wished he hadn’t heard, or had heard too clearly. I softened my expression and touched his wrist again, this time slower, my thumb brushing the inside of it. “Okay,” I said. “Forget the bodies. You said there were men you’d seen hanging around the industrial estate. What abo

He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim. I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

I ended the call and started heading inside the pack house to see my babies. As I rushed into the pack house, my heart raced with a mix of relief and dread. My mind was still haunted by the fear that Rose was in danger, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. The scent of the pack house enveloped me, and I hurried up the stairs to our living quarters, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Bursting into our bedroom, I quickly shed my blood-stained clothes, and I tossed them aside with a shiver of revulsion. A quick shower washed away the physical remnants of the horrors I'd witnessed, though the scars would take much longer to heal.

And once it was seen, pain coursed through that arm and spread all over my body. We were going down. Back to their base. Back into the camp of those creatures. This continued to ring in my head as I invest all the might still remaining in me in trying to pull myself away. In the midst of this struggle, heard the crunch of breaking bones, and hope that it's not mine. My belief was anchored on something strong, something paranormal, till from the arm of my white linen overalls, I began to see a red liquid deep through the material. Blood.