Doors Blood In The Streets の小説・ストーリー

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

Not nameless things. Blood. Pools of it, and Hidi speaks of them like— Hidi’s voice cuts through the haze. "A waste. A complete waste of your softness." Her voice grows closer, but it sounds distant at once, filtered through the roaring in my ears. "And now look—riots in your streets, blood on your marble." Blood on your marble. Not their blood. Not innocent blood. Not preventable like I planned and this was undone behind my back. Not a betrayal of my trust, my command.

Thick drops of blood stained the cold street ground of St. Valen. Iris’ nose scrunched in disgust when the metallic smell went up through her nose. The trees danced along with the wind, their gentle rustles were the only sound lingering on the dark empty alley which is a few blocks away to the police station.

Because nothing born in blood ever leaves you clean. ****

The slightly ajar door fell to the ground, and Matthew's men swarmed in like a swarm of bees. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out continuously. Matthew's aim was precise, taking down the intruders one by one. There was no denying the sheer number of enemies. This was likely why his subordinates had called for reinforcements. The warehouse was packed with large containers. After an initial exchange of gunfire, both sides quickly took cover. The silence that followed was eerie—no sound, not even footsteps. "Hiss!" Suddenly, a faint hissing sound emerged. Dense clouds of smoke quickly filled the warehouse, so thick it was almost impossible to see anything.

Vincent had no other way than to buy blood. He could no longer stand the thirst now. Therefore, he approached one of the homeless sleeping in the city forest to give him blood. "What? Do you want me to donate blood?" the man asked Vincent, who frowned in confusion but nodded. "Yes..." “Just go to a public clinic. I have sold my blood!” said the homeless man. Vincent, who was holding the money, was stunned and confused, yet the man then grabbed the money from Vincent's hand.

My eyes zeroing in on the floor, chunks of concrete were broken And full of flesh “I broke your floor. I’m so sorry I broke your floor” I tell drake as my sobs stop, my body trembles as he holds me. “Your worried about my floor?” He asks in disbelief, I nod, staring at it. “Those stains are going to be a bitch to get out” He chuckles “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have our people come fix it” “Like the mob have cleaners? Do we have special murder cleaners?”

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.