Left 4 Dead: Blood Harvest Novels & Stories

They wore black-and-gold tactical gear, their faces hidden behind helmets that displayed a constant stream of "Narrative Data." "Subject 4-A (Silas Blackwood): Status - Rogue Heresy. Directive: Extraction," a voice boomed from the helmets. "Subject 4-B (Lyra Thorne): Status - Sovereign Variable. Directive: Re-calibration." They raised their rifles—weapons that didn't fire lead, but "Narrative Anchors." "They’re going to pin us to the script," Lyra hissed, her obsidian blade reaching its full, terrifying extent. She lunged for the first Collector, her shadow-wings creating a gale of violet starlight that shattered a nearby display case of "Designer Watches." Silas was a whirlwind of gold and

I took the sheet that was still on her shoulder and wrapped it around her face. Trey ran past a zombie and yanked out the other drawer and threw it to the side he then stomped on the side of the center support and then stomped on the other corner to which it finally broke. He took hold of the wood and he broke it free, snapping the other side from the drawer frame. Meanwhile, my arms were getting tired and the zombie's wrapped head was uncomfortably close. My grip slipped on the sheet but Trey batted its head away just in time. I watched as its body lurched to the side allowing me to wiggle free. It took two more good swings before she stopped wheezing and moving. Trey then slammed it one mo

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

Double taps. For thirty seconds, the hallway was a meat grinder. Blood painted the white walls red. Finally, the last monster fell, twitching. [The Dead End] Silence returned. Heavy, panting silence. Sebastian leaned against the blood-slicked wall. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Harper checked her ammo. "Two rounds left. We can't do this again." "We won't have to," Sebastian looked at the elevator at the end of the hall. The light was red. [ LOCKEDDOWN ].

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

A few times, I thought I heard something—movement, maybe even her breath—but it was always just wind. By the time the sky began to pale with morning, my heart was thudding in panic. The cursed hunters moved best at night, but if dawn broke and she was still missing... Then we saw them. Bodies. Four of them. Cloaked figures, twisted and broken on the forest floor. The stench of black blood burned my nose. I dropped to a crouch, studying their faces—or what was left of them. Claw marks, deep and ragged. “Maya,” I breathed.

Charles backs into the foyer to accommodate us, and I ask him, "Can we talk alone?" Charle's eyes shift to Vanda before returning to me. "Yes—we can." "I'll find Elizabeth," Vanda tells me, and then he's gone again, leaving Charles and I alone in the foyer. My tight shoulders loosen. "I—I need to know if he's okay," I say to Charle. "He really killed all forty of Walter's men?" "He did." "Why?" "Because Walter is his next target," Charles says simply. "So this is about the Elders' Blood title?"

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

He stumbled back against me, his left arm hanging completely limp, a deep, terrifying river of dark crimson pouring from the jagged exit wound, soaking through his skin and dripping heavily onto the floor. "I'm fine," he ground out through a clenched jaw, his face turning an ashen, deathly pale color within seconds. "Keep moving. There are more of them downstairs." The sound of heavy, tactical boots echoed from the main entrance. They were hunting us. They were tracking the blood. I grabbed Malakai around his waist, supporting his massive weight as we scrambled down the dark corridor. Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated