روايات وقصص ضمن Fear The Old Blood

She left after saying that. I walked after mom because it had been a while since she had left. Fear caused Cleo to flee. I dashed to the location after hearing my mother's screams. My mother was bloodied on the ground, a werewolf crouching by her, shredding her skin here and there. I stood there in terror and in utter shock, felt like i was paralyzed for a moment, doing nothing except watching my mother get ripped off by a werewolf. I fainted after seeing my mother in that state.

he says, and then I see it. The knife. My blood runs cold. “No,” I whisper. He lunges forward. Pain explodes through my arm. A sharp, tearing pain that steals the air from my lungs. I scream. It burns. It burns so badly I can barely think. Warmth spreads down my skin. Blood. My blood. I try to pull away, but my strength is fading too fast. The room spins. The man tightens his grip again, dragging me toward the door. “Move,” he orders.

I saw fear registered in her eyes. "Lana Green, it is unfortunate and quite condescending for you to think I will be petty enough to make you stand trial for harassing me and calling me a whore. It also shows that you are yet to learn and may never learn. As Luna and a divine wolf, I have bigger issues to deal with, so I can't afford to be petty. We are having this trial because we want a lasting peace in Blood Moon country," I said, and Adam looked at me. I knew why. That was the first time I would call our country Blood Moon country. I smiled at him and continued.

The fear that seeped into his eyes made me feel good. “What….what …is that for?” All feelings drained from his voice except for fear. “What is it for? Pray I know.” In a blink of an eye, I slashed his arm. Deep, but not too deep. Blood flowed out in a systemic rhythm that I was used to. He was quiet for a while, his eyes widened in fear. Then slowly, he turned to look at the place and the sight of blood made him scream. It was not exactly for the pain. He would feel the pain later. But seeing the blood was enogh to drive the pussy nuts.

She marked me. She pulls her lips away from my neck and licks the fresh mark clean. Her lips are tinted a dark shade of red from my blood. Daya spins around and faces Mara, whose face is frozen into a look of disbelief. In one swift motion, Daya swipes the silver blade in front of Mara. A strained gasp leaves Mara’s lips and her neck starts to bleed slowly. She coughs up blood as she tries to breathe, making the slash across her neck more prominent.

She felt that same weakness whenever she lost her blood to him. "No!" She screamed." It couldn't be real." Alaina said to herself as she was trembling in fear. She started throwing all the items present in the slab as she wasn't in her senses. She thought she would get mad if she kept thinking about the past. But her last wasn't leaving her alone. She slightly knelt down with help of wall as she started crying. She inserted her head in between her knees as she was tired of everything. She glanced at the glass broken which probably was of the perfume bottle. She slightly grabbed it as she gulped. She began to move it near her wrist.

The white face towel she used to wipe out the blood was painted with my blood. I was soaked in blood, too, more than before; the metallic stench hit my senses hard this time. At this point, my thinking went from my present situation to how my Dad would feel if he heard this; he had always worried that these little health issues would escalate. I didn't picture this day coming, that I would bleed out two pants of my blood in a few minutes. My eyes began tearing up. If this is to be my end, I should know better.

The sight, the smell of copper and something else, something foul, hit me like a physical blow. A violent, involuntary shudder wracked my frame. My stomach lurched, and I had to lock my knees to keep from stumbling. I’d killed zombies. I’d driven my knife into rotting skulls, I’d felt the sickening crunch of bone giving way, I’d been spattered with their black, foul-smelling ichor. I had done what was necessary to survive, to protect my own. But this… this was different. This was human blood, so much of it, shed in a frenzy of violence that spoke not of mindless hunger, but of something far more terrifying. The blood of the Infected was a part of the horror, an expected part of the grotesque

I winced out in pain as I withdrew my arm, and I wondered what he had used on me. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, but I needed a bit of your blood to activate you to be worthy enough to cross the borders that would take you to an unbelievable place, which is called the Land of Fear.” The old man voiced out. Fear gripped me, and a shiver went down my spine. Why is this old man making things sound a lot more complicated, and scary? “Yes, I take offense in that. If you had told me, I would have prepared myself, and allowed you to.” I said, trying to sound confident.

Blood is gushing out of the place where his finger used to be. His screams are echoing in the silent office and I am sobbing with the man as Damien without any mercy started cutting off all his fingers of both hands and he made me see the entire scene. The scent of blood and piss is so potent that I want to puke all over the place or rather run away from here but I am frozen to the floor with fear and his command to not move from my place until he says. I sure am turning into his slave. One way or another, fear is the ugliest enemy of a person which makes anyone do anything for their survival.