Kickstarter Bloodstained Novels & Stories

Amber I stepped back—fists up—and twisted my body—rear foot to the front—then swung a side whip kick. BANG! The cubicle door flew open. Laughter gasped and shrieked. I stepped out and there were five of them: malnourished Willows in half-chewed clothes, their overly smouldered eyes wide with reluctant surprise because they weren’t expecting my immediate response. Well, I, Amber Kratos, heir of the Blood Moon Pack, don’t rely on my pack for protection.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

“The first donor always bears the marks.” His blood rushes out and spreads across the surface, making the seven rugged scars on his chest glow blue. Vaughn’s rough hands drag me back. “Don’t look at his face.” But I already see it. Sharp, uneven letters boldly write “BROODMARE, THE SACRIFICE” on his heart. His blood was used as the ink for this.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The space was filled with the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, creating an inviting ambiance as I prepared to tackle the next steps of my journey. Sitting at the worn oak desk, I opened the application for recognition as a pack and for admission to Cripple Creek University to pursue my Alpha Education. The screen illuminated my face, displaying a series of questions that felt both daunting and exhilarating. When I reached the section asking for the pack name, I typed in "Blood Moon Eclipse" with a sense of pride swelling in my chest. But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.”

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

He liberated her as she was left out of oxygen. "This time you would be punished to hell. You won't forget who I am." Aaron said as he inserted his canines inside her neck. She screamed at the pain as he was draining her blood mercilessly causing her to arch her back. She started punching him but he didn't budge. After draining her blood from the jugular vein he without any warning inserted his canines in the crook of her, where it pained the most. She started feeling dizziness but he wasn't ready to stop. He was taking out his hatred and revenge.

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

said the other, disgustingly taking out the weapon, "Tione muboot(I would like to take a look at your boot) "Officers please. Any amount just name it ndinayo(i have it)" she pleaded but the two wouldn't have it, she had bumped into the loyal ones this time around. While one carefully pinned her after noticing her bump, the other opened the boot. That was it.It was over for Helen. ******

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.