Creepypasta Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

I touched it again in different places, and it still felt like a regular painting. “Are you kidding me?” Frustratedly, I hit the painting with my fists and scraped my knuckles from the corner. Some of my blood splashed on the painting. I grabbed a cloth to clean it when I noticed it had disappeared. My blood was nowhere to be seen. I looked down at the cut on my hand and back at the painting. “Blood Magic,” I whispered as I touched the painting with my bloody hand. “Come on, grimoire. Come to me.”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Arhhh! Cleo screamed in shock and pain as the layout of the place was thesame as her father's palace, she had seen the body of her maid lying on the floor, it was filled with bloody claw marks filling her body. She walked towards the body and examined it with she sniffed hard trying to pick a scent but all she got was the smell of blood! Nothing more came out of her investigation, she decided to touch the body.. Whooossshh!! Cleo blanked out, she saw a monster attacking the maid, it tore the maid apart as it fed off her blood essence, it felt so realistic she tried to see the face of the killer but she could as it was the maid's vision before death she was able to see.

My eyes had started to be droopy and the last thing I know I blacked out. And here I was in a room , with just my inner garments and cuffs around my hands and legs. The room was darks and there was a little light coming through from a little window that was a bit higher at the wall. I sighed heavily as I started thinking of how stupid I was to trust a stranger so easily. The door opened and I saw a male shadow walk towards me. When he became visible, the anger that I had inside me only increased. “You.” I seethed. Claus glanced at me with a mischievous smile edged on his face.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

I let out a soft but shocked gasp as the creep laid unconsciously on the floor, with his blood mixing with the water. Is he dead??

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor. I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death. I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

We didn't stop and walked along the length of the hallway. Groans and moans reached my ears and when we rounded a corner, I saw three people, completely naked, a human girl against a wall and two vampires taking her roughly. One was drinking her blood from her neck and the other one had her legs around his waist, harshly pounding inside her.

"Heard we're hitting that new restaurant. It's like 50 dollars a head minimum." "We're splitting the bill, obviously, but let's go big for Dylan tonight!" Mia Lawson tagged everyone by name. "@Everyone, get your butts out here tonight. No excuses allowed!" I flipped my phone face down on the desk, trying to shut out a world that I didn't belong to. A second later, Mia tagged me directly. "@Sawyer Reeves, you're coming too. It's Dylan's birthday, so you can't skip this one. You're always keeping such a low profile. Come out and have some fun for once!"