Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

“You think I give a shit? I’ve killed babies in their cribs.” A warm sensation slithers across my low back, and I draw a gasp when I look down to see that Chris’ blood is starting to pool beside me. I scoot away quickly, my body now shaking uncontrollably. It’s impossible for me to mask my fear at this point; it’s all-consuming.

*He kept running away from what he couldn't understand. It was as if his legs kept moving on their own to take him to an unknown destination. He stopped for a second and looked at his reflection just to scream out in shock. Fear crept through his vein as he realised his body was covered in red. Blood.*

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

However, as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw blood. I saw Patrick's wolf covered in so much blood and not moving. I saw the same thing with Waylon's wolf. He was covered in blood and looked completely dead. Panic gripped my heart. I couldn't do much but stare at my mates covered in blood and gore. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wanted to touch them and check for their pulses, but it felt like my whole body was bound. The more I tried to move, the more immobile I got until it felt like my body had become a statue.

Aura When I woke up again, I found myself indulged in darkness. I was scared and wanted to run away but these chains were dug deeply in my flesh. The blood was no longer to be found anywhere, and that was creepy as hell. My hands were shaking when my gaze adjusted and I found myself in a room filled with bloodless corpses. They were drained completely and their body looked black. The sight made me gag and I threw up on the floor. I wanted to scream but i couldn’t find my voice in my throat. It felt like I was mute but I was screaming. My entire body was trembling in fear. What will this monster have to do with me?

His body jerked unnaturally, his hands flying to his ribs as if trying to grasp onto something—anything—to stop what was happening. His eyes went wide, shock flashing across his face. Not just pain. Not just fear. But something deeper. Betrayal. Blood. Dark and unforgiving, it bloomed across his shirt, a vivid red spreading like ink in water, staining the fabric, his fingers, the floor beneath him. For a moment, everything was still. The air, thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, clung to my skin like a second layer. The metallic tang of blood filled my lungs, suffocating.

The liquid is red—blood, and what I stumbled upon is a body. I let out a scream of horror as I crawl away from the scene. ##########

Faint panicked screams coming from the distance could be heard and sounded helpless. At this time, the woman sitting opposite the red-haired man took action. With a raise of her hand, a green light shot out, cutting off that bloody thread. However, the bloody thread still moved like a snake. Even it was cut off, it continued to flow and continuously killed people. Corpses turned into blood pools one after another. "What the hell is it?" The red-haired man frowned. At this time, he felt the movement in his clothes and took out a mobile phone. It showed that the creatures of the Blood race had no bones and could hide in other things. The most important was, they were afraid of fire!

I wrapped my arms around myself, my heart thundering in my chest. And then, I saw it. My hands. They were covered in blood. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "Whose... Whose blood is this?" I whispered, barely recognizing the trembling voice that escaped my lips. My hands trembled as I stared at them, the dark, sticky red coating my skin, staining it. The blood looked fresh. Too fresh. My chest tightened, fear clawing its way up my throat. I couldn't think straight. Was it my blood? Someone else's? The questions hammered in my mind, but I had no answers.

He didn't want to imagine what would happen to her if he was late. He smelled the blood before he saw it. It smelled like death, and a dreadful fear grew in his stomach. The horse jumped on a less worn side road. Instantly, a wet, dark liquid and a corpse caught his eye. His heart went cold, but a second look showed that it was only one of the draft horses. Jack didn't allow himself a breath of relieve. The wounds on the corpse looked like wolf bites, but he could see neither wolves nor the Lady in the vicinity.