Gremory Bloodstained Novels & Stories

I’m a spark dancing close to a pool of gasoline. The coppery smell of blood wafts past my nose, and I realize it's my own. I flex my hands open and see four identical crescents on each palm with blood trickling out. I wipe my hands against my jeans, the dark red liquid leaving marks across the light-faded denim. “What do you want to do boss” Grayson was the first to break the silence.

The result isn’t gratifying, it only burns my fury hotter that once again, I’ve fallen for another clone of his. This time, he appears above me in the foyer space, long silver-blonde hair floating about him and his cunning crystalline blue orbs debase me from that smug elevation. He sneers, “You’ve inherited their filthy blood. Blood-thirsty curs. I have the Grimoire now, and you will never be able to defeat me.”

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

The moon bleeds red over Hollowshade tonight, its crimson light seeping through the stained glass windows of my throne room like spilled wine. I can taste the shift in the air bitter, metallic, carrying the scent of approaching storm and the copper tang of violence yet to come. It's like the moment before a blade is drawn, when the world holds its breath and waits for the first drop of blood to fall.

“Make this place your graveyard.” I pursed my lips tight and pointed my finger at him. The swords flew towards him at once. “You want to kill me?” He wiped the blood on his cheek and blocked the swords with counterattacks. “If that’s the case, I will die together with everyone close to you.” I gasped when the next moment, Queen Romina was slammed to the wall again when Ren fired her a smoking blade. “Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.”

There were always a few rows before Greta and Tom would be going. "I Beta Paul Gryffin, pledge my loyalty to the bloodstone pack and Alpha Erik Bloodstone." He started to cut his hand and allowed his blood to drip into a cup that had the blood of the animals they hunted last night in it. He brought it to his lips and shot it back. I could feel his link sever. He bowed his head and then stood behind his wife as she did the same.

He was more of a monster than the stories circulated in the shadows, a ruthless killer who relished control over others to do his bidding. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the foreboding gray clouds overhead, a harbinger of impending rain. The scent of moist earth signaled the storm's approach, intensifying the gloom of the day. It seemed that this meeting with David Ross would only add to the darkness.

The taste of blood lingered on his tongue, the metallic tang a reminder of the stakes they faced. Sangre, his eyes ablaze with a mix of dominance and sadistic pleasure, loomed over Fester. He stood like a colossus, an embodiment of unyielding power, his presence commanding the attention of all. His voice, a chilling blend of triumph and malice, filled the air, echoing through the clearing with an air of absolute authority.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Mia was the first to greet me. "Nora, what a coincidence. I didn't expect we'd meet again. I didn't think we'd run into each other twice here." I could tell there was an underlying meaning behind her words. Ethan noticed it too. His gaze darkened. "Did you follow me here too?" I was speechless. "I didn't follow you. It's just a coincidence." "A coincidence the first time, maybe. But two times? I don't believe in such coincidences!

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes