Fallout Bloody Mess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sparks showered over them, blue and white flashes illuminating the madness of the struggle. ​I hit the final 'Enter' key. The screen turned a deep, visceral blood-red. DELETION IN PROGRESS. ​"It’s over!" I screamed, standing up and leveling my submachine gun at both of them. "Dante! Look at the screens! The Council is broke! There’s nothing left to buy, and no one left to pay!"

Bile quickly rises to my throat, and I swallow it down. Wrong decision to make. Before I can think, it rushes up my throat again, and I hunch over. Right there, in the middle of the aisle, I empty my guts. I puke. A whitish transparent liquid. My throat feels raw, hot. “Gross,” someone grimaces. Jafeth looks away, jaw clenched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Black dots dance in my vision, my head swims. I feel light-headed. Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Bloodluster and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Connor and Ethan that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, the Misfits bring the end to a group of Bloodlusters… But then… "Connor," I look over my shoulder and call for him to join my side. "I think we have encounte

What the hell is that? "Fuck!! C4!" Misha growls while we watch helplessly as our men step back from the door seconds before it's blown to pieces. The force of the blast knocks Link to the floor as Sasha starts firing his weapon at anything that moves. He managed to take out 5 before someone jabs a needle in his neck. Sasha falls limp as Link is still out of it from the blast. A second man jabs a needle into his putting him out of his current misery as both Sasha and Link are dragged out of our room. I can't help the tears that are slowly rolling down my cheeks. I glance at the others noticing Asia and Jack are crying too. "Shit! Need way out." Misha says to me as four of the men come back a

River and Chaos started to panic on the video and tried to open the door but still not work, the two ran on the other side end part of the plane and tried to open something on the floor but it didn’t work too. The two stop and just rest themselves on the floor breathing heavily, both of them are bleeding on their hands. “F*ckers.” Hell said. River and Chaos looked at each other and nodded and smirked, they fist bump each other. After that the four of them witness the explosion, that the last scene they saw before the screen of their phone displayed black. “Agh!!” Blood said and threw his phone. “F*ck them! f*ck them!” He said and punched the wall.

A faint metallic scent began to linger—blood. An unfamiliar scene lay before their eyes. The men’s bodies were scattered around the room, motionless and silent. Some were in unnatural positions, with limbs twisted at impossible angles, while others lay more still, blood flowing from their noses or mouths. This was more than enough to show that they were not merely unconscious—some of them were dead. The once neat apartment had descended into chaos. The table had been pushed aside, the chairs had been overturned, and the door—now nothing more than a memory—lay toppled against one of the walls.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

But as I get closer, I hear something that makes my blood run cold. Screaming. I break into a run before I can think better of it, my pack bouncing against my back as I crest a small hill. What I see below makes me stop in my tracks. A caravan. Or what's left of one. Three wagons are overturned, their contents spilled across the road. Bodies lie scattered among the wreckage—some moving, some terribly still. And surrounding them are figures in dark armor, their faces hidden behind masks of black iron. Ember Dominion soldiers.

"I think they staged this attack and wanted Margret to take the fall for it because she is a moon, and she has a record. Tim told Desiree that some Bloods have been plotting because they are not satisfied with the way things are," "Who won't be satisfied with the way things are?" Kyle linked me back, " The air is the cleanest, our crops are growing, our people are happy, we have strong magic and deadly a moon army. I mean, our chances of surviving have gone up all of a sudden and now this, the first conception by a blood in over ten years. I mean, are they sick or something? I doubt it is the bloods, Adam. I think we should check the visitors because all was well before they came," Kyle said