Mc Blood-stained Novels & Stories

Miqella wasted no time; his hands burst open the door. And I choked back the tears that sprung in my eyes as the overwhelming smell of blood shot from the open passageway. Crimson covered the walls, seeping down in fresh splatters. So fresh that it hadn’t coagulated at all, plopping in wet puddles from the ceiling as if it was a leak instead of blood. In the center of the room, I could make out half of a body. Mangled and twisted, their chest cavity had been ripped clean open.

It wasn't a food stain. It was blood. Thick, dark, dried drops of blood, splattered across the cuffs of his trousers in a large frantic pattern.

Mia replies weakly. The man gently helps the girl to sit on the edge of the bed, just hugging her in his arms, when suddenly the girl coughs violently. She coughs continuously until his white shirt is stained with fresh blood. Mia and Malcolm's faces both change color, she quickly covers her mouth with her hand, then brings it out again, the hand is so red that she looks like she doesn't know how to show her face for a moment. "Jack, Jack, hurry up and call Jack in here" - Malcolm is extremely panicked, and he calls out in an urgent voice.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

He whispered Madeline's name, stroked her face in the photo, and could not help but cough out loudly. He quickly took a painkiller, but he still could not stop the bloody taste coming from deep in his throat. Jeremy wiped the blood from his lips with a tissue and glanced at the bloodstain. It was a deep brown and did not look like normal fresh blood. Besides that, there was a stabbing pain in his heart, and his fingers were trembling involuntarily.

My breath caught painfully in my throat. Claire’s expression changed immediately. “Bella.” Marcus moved closer fast. “Doctor. Now.” “I said no.” Then warmth spread suddenly between my thighs. Wrong warmth. Wet and alarming. My entire body went cold. A chill ran down my spine. No. No no no. I looked down slowly. And saw blood soaking through the thin hospital blanket. The red stain spread slowly across the white fabric, unmistakable under the room lights. The monitor beside the bed started beeping faster and louder, matching the panic rising in my chest. My hands trembled as I stared at the blood.

I stepped over a fallen archway and entered. My foot crunched onto broken tiles, and immediately I saw it—dark stains pooled at the center of the cracked floor, almost too old to be noticed unless you looked closely. I knelt down. The stains weren’t just dark; they were deep. Almost etched into the floor itself. Blood. Old blood. Dried and yet… still holding its shape. My breath caught as I brushed my fingers over it. The texture was grainy, sticky with age. Not paint. Not rust. It was blood. And it had formed into something.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

Mira’s POV I could practically taste it in my throat. The blood blossomed fast across the student’s sleeve, turning the white fabric into a deep red stain that almost resembled a beautiful, crimson flower. My mouth went dry. The greenhouse suddenly felt too small, the air too thick with the smell of copper. I stood there for a long time, just staring as her sleeve went red, and then the red began to spread further, dripping down the edge of her cot, staining the sheets that were pooled on the floor.