Death Scream Bloody Gore T Shirt Novels & Stories

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don’t know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. “Put down the cloth.” I’m no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

His adams apple went upside down everytime he swallows as well as his veins and well-defined jaw line. “What I said earlier—” I was cut off when he looked at me before walking his way to the other side of the shelves and only stopped after reaching the section ‘S’ where all the title of the books starts with letter S. I hurriedly followed him and did not even noticed that I’m already close to him causing me to bumped my forehead on the side of his shoulder. My hand automatically flew to my forehead and didn’t failed to grimaced due to the pain I felt. I stepped my feet few steps backwards from him as I continue to gently rub my forehead expecting the wound in it. Unconsciously, I raised my e

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

" B-bos---" The knife was struck on its forehead. The mans eyes remained open as he loses life and fall into the ground. Still not satisfied, the man perch on the fallen man, retrieve the knife from it's forehead and stab the lifeless multiple times on its heart. He's smiling as he's doing the ruthless action. Blood staining the ground as an evidence of the murder and the knife was mercilessly pierced through the flesh. The blood splattered across the boss's T-shirt, forming a dark, macabre pattern that starkly contrasted with the fabric's original color. His face was also covered with blood. Tales knees wobble and sat into the ground. That's no human. It's a beast, a monster in humans cloth

I breathed a sigh of relief, shutting the door behind me, happy to have something that I could comfortably sleep in. It was also a bonus that it smelled of Theonardo. However, as I held up the T-shirt, my eyes widened, and I held back a scream, noticing what the T-shirt was coated in. Blood. I threw the piece of fabric to the floor, stumbling backwards, nausea wavering through me. I knew that I had probably about thirty seconds until someone came upstairs after hearing my strangled yelp, and I quickly snatched up the T-shirt from the floor.

covered in blood. The hell was he covered in blood for did he murder someone. His hair was all over the place probably from running his hand through it repeatedly or from someone else's hand going through it but the first one is the best bet from the blood on his white button down. His sleeves were rolled up, hair was all over the place, his tie laid loose around his neck and he looked frustrated. Yip someone pissed him the fuck of tonight and ended up dead. Something must be wrong with me becasue why in the hell do I find this sexy I was turned on for fuck sakes.

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.