Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

Shaking, I pressed my hand over the gushing wound. Still not satisfied, she stepped on the back of my hand and ground down hard. Only when my hand was bloody and mangled did she speak, her voice dripping with malice. "Since you refuse to learn, I'll just have to teach you myself." At her command, her henchman—ignoring my struggles—dragged me like roadkill down to the basement, stripped me naked, and tied me to a cross. Old wounds that had repeatedly split open and scabbed over the past three years tore apart again under the iron chains. Blood continued to gush out, and it was a horrifying sight.

(Alexander’s POV) --- The silence after bloodshed is always the loudest. I stood in the dimly lit corridor, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as though the night itself was trying to crush me. The bodies lay sprawled at my feet like broken shadows, lifeless eyes staring at nothing. The iron scent of blood filled the air, sharp and metallic, clinging to my lungs with every breath. My knuckles were raw, my skin painted crimson, each streak a reminder that violence had once again followed me like a loyal hound.

But the message was clear So clear they was nothing to hide, “The next time you would see blood, it would be that of Kora.” The words stabbed me right in the chest. My throat tightened, and for the first time in years, i felt a genuine fear seize me right away. The blood droplets on the letter seemed to mock me, a promise written in crimson.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

- Kaye the group slowly moves to the things that they saw and a horrifying revelation before their very own eyes the road was full of blood, and it scatters a dozen of a human head around! *BWEEE!* Dessa can’t take it anymore and vomit to the side the smell of blood was still fresh “the blood here was still fresh... don’t let your guard down”- Bobby “this head... where are they’re bodies...”- Jimboy *crunch* *crunch* *sshrriek..* and near to the place, there is this thing that is feeding the bodies of the people earlier! “t-that’s... t-their bodies...”- Jimboy

Blood splattered across my hands, my face, my clothes. It was a horror show, a nightmare come alive. My breathing came out in ragged gasps as I looked at the carnage. Three bodies, broken and bleeding, their blood soaking into the concrete. My stomach twisted, nausea clawing at me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t think. Keep moving, my wolf urged. You can’t stop now.

EMILY Deception. Concealment. Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep.

Its nails are long and dark in color as if they were burned by fire. My soul was almost giving out and I was being told to run but I couldn't move. I looked at his hands digging into the corpse's skin. Suddenly it pulled the corpse and dragged it away. It made a noise that almost turned my stomach. I can not move. My eyes kept looking at where the corpse was earlier. Unforgivable fear enveloped my whole body. I feel danger, too much danger at this moment. The reason why the demons should not see me is even more.

Just feet, crunching loudly on the dead, hard foliage still present from last season. After about a dozen steps, something new enters the screen. It is a splash of something across the forest floor in a deep red-brown color. Blood. Even I know what splattered blood looks like. As the phone slowly pans around, I see more and more of it. My breathing picks up speed and my heart begins to race. Fear just about chokes me now, because I know what he’s showing me. The massacre of the short people’s camp. I don’t want to watch it, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the screen. Just like in the dungeon. I have to know, but I don’t want to know.

At first it is subtle, but each step he takes it gets substantially stronger until he feels like he is surrounded by it, yet he still can’t see the thing he is afraid to see. The scent of blood is so thick it is near choking, he runs past the bodies of the fallen enemy without sparing them a single glance. He grieves the loss of his own pack members but doesn't stop. Each step is getting a little heavier and the scent which is so strong and so familiar blurs his eyes, it threatens to asphyxiate him, it permeates his lungs, poisoning him from the inside out.