Creepypasta Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

Cheeks wet from the tears a soft sob escaping from her lips only to be unheard even by the guy who is in the same room or a basement she assumed as there was no window around. One after the other the drop of blood dripped on the bucket as the boy with the grey eyes kept on painting over the canvas. The canvas is painted with deep red as the same replica of the women tied on the chair. The only colour that was upon it was red of different shades with its background in black colour. “Naa~naa~na~na~na~Naaa~Naaa~Na~” the smile turns into a smirk as he takes a deep breathtaking scent of blood. Making him cover his mouth with the back of his hand still holding the brush.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

“You could have let me hope for a few days at least. You like to shatter my hopes.” Right as Cristian exits the room, my cell phone rings. No peace and quiet for me today. Dan’s photo covers the screen as I swipe up. "Paul, I did some digging and found no clues so far about the shooter. There is no specific scent in that area besides yours and the strigoi's. I think it was a human. If so, be wary at the party. This may be related to business and not supernatural." “Don’t worry, Dan.” I lay my back on the comfy backrest. Unwillingly, I smile. “I’ll have my bulletproof vest with me tomorrow night.”

I said. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered. He lifted the brush again but it trembled so badly that paint splattered on the floor. Something inside me snapped. I reached out, grabbed him by the throat, and dragged him close. His eyes widened and he tried to speak but nothing came out. I didn’t wait. I drew my claws across his neck. The blood poured fast and he collapsed at my feet. I crouched beside him and dipped my fingers in the warm red pool, then lifted them to my mouth and tasted it. The metallic tang spread across my tongue slowly. “Bring another painter,” I said to the guard at the door, smiling.

"If you don't want to help, I will!" I started walking. I hadn't taken three steps before the sun suddenly disappeared. The sky darkened a bit as if it was going to rain. I looked at a man with blue eyes. I was surprised to see that vampire. "Who is he? He's handsome!" "Oh my god! Is that what we will see here at school? I'm not leaving!” “Is that Craven? Oh Em Ghieeeee!” I heard the screams of female vampires. They are like cockroaches and bees. My God! They are a pain in the ears!

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

Alexis hissed holding back the pain she felt in the palm of her right hand right now. Serina made Alexis clasp her palm there, and started dripping Alexis' blood right on the ancient paper. And every time Alexis's blood dripped onto the paper, it immediately moved to make a clue. Alexis had absolutely no idea how her blood could do all that. Not long after that, the blood stopped moving, and Serina released her grip on Alexis' hand, then handed her a tissue to cover the wound on Alexis' hand. Serina looked at the result of the clue made by Alexis' blood drop there. Which Alexis blood forms a word, namely: Hunter.

The next morning started like any other. By “like any other,” I mean I woke up tangled in my ridiculously overstuffed vampire princess bed, stared at the canopy for a solid five minutes while remembering that I died in my last life, and then had an internal debate about whether I was truly ready to face whatever fresh supernatural nonsense awaited me. Spoiler: I wasn’t. But hunger—or in this case, a craving for the castle’s suspiciously delicious honey bread—won over dread. ---

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.