Mc Blood-stained Novels & Stories

And he was not brave enough to let Logan know. After observing Robert, Raven finally could sneak into the doctor’s private laboratory yesterday. What he saw was beyond horrifying. Inside the laboratory were several giant tubes with the bodies of hunters who had died. He recognized one of them from team six but did not know the corpse’s name. Not only that, there was a freezer full of the blood bag. The problem was it was not just an ordinary blood bag vampires used to get from the blood bank. Each bag was labeled with a different color. Green for weak, yellow for moderate, and red for strong. Under each label was another word that stated The Bloody Movement.

“I am not going to let that scumbag ruin my night. I want to forget it ever happened and I want to get out of these clothes.” My silver dress was ruined, it was torn beyond repair plus even if I was able to save it through careful stitching, the blood stains would be impossible to wash off. I just wanted it off me, wanted any reminder of what had happened gone. “Perhaps…” Doctor Abel starts but he turns as the alert light in the corridor starts to flash. That’s odd, it only flashes red when we are on a drill. Or activated in the event of being under

It was heavier than I expected, the plastic cool and slightly slick beneath my fingers. The label was unmistakable. My name. My age. My blood type. Hemoglobin. Iron indices. Hormonal panels. Date drawn. Four weeks ago. Another bag beneath it showed a date two weeks before that. Another before that. My breath shortened sharply. When had he taken my blood?

And then she started laughing and saying, “What are you doing? Don’t be ridiculous your majesty, you caused this, didn't you? Look” She was pointing at her chest the pale blue fabric of her dress covered in dark red blood. There was also a small stain on her skin where some part of the liquid had fallen off. Her hair was ruffled and the ends of it had a little bit of wetness to it. There were also some droplets of the substance that fell from her cheeks like tears and it made me sick, seeing it so clearly.

I stepped inside the bathroom, whose door had been ajar and I froze almost immediately. There, sitting in the sink, was a roll of bandage. It looked like it had been hurriedly tossed there, part of it unraveling into the basin. But what stopped my breath wasn’t the mess, it was the color of the blood staining the cloth. Not red. Not even dark crimson. It was black. My chest tightened. The blood was dark, that means malicious magic. How come it didn’t turn dark yesterday when Lilith had checked it? My fingers trembled as I reached for it. The air in the bathroom suddenly felt heavy, suffocating. When I touched the dried bandage, a faint chill pulsed through my skin.

I press the gauze to the palm of the little girl in front of me, faking a wince as I pretend empathy for her frailty. Memories of the copper tang of my mother’s wounds, the iridescent shimmer of the clotting gel that webbed over her open skin. The way it looked less like congealing blood and more like the iridescent streak of a rainbow in an oil slick. It makes doing my job a bit harder, the constant pretending to care about people who could care less about me. The constant memories the sight of their blood brings. It’s too much.

"What is that? Is that blood?" "No," Marcus murmured, leaning down until his nose was almost touching the rug. His weathered hands trembled slightly as he held his staff steady, the light casting eerie shadows across his lined face. "It's not blood. It's worse. The dust here hasn't settled naturally. It's been pushed outward in a perfect circle, about six feet wide. There's a magic residue left here, Prince Ronan. Thick residue. It's still warm."

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

he continued to walk towards the building. "It's Aeliana!" I whined. "Nuance," "No!" I laughed. My smile gradually disappeared as I noticed the irregular crimson stains on his shirt. "Mr. Decarlo," "What is it now?" His lip curled into a smile. Woah... What an... extremely rare sight... "There's blood... on your shirt," He looked down at his collar which was stained red. He looked up at me, his lips slightly apart. "Which means, your hands are bleeding,"

And there was something about the stain, too, something . Glittery? She scowled. No, that wasn’t right. It wasn’t like craft glitter or costume glitter or anything like that. But there was something that sparkled inside the bloodstain, or around it. A few small shining particles catching the sunlight. What could that be? Lauren had definitely paid attention in science class, and Mr. Higgins had never mentioned any quality in blood that would make it sparkle. “Well, okay, you found some blood so don’t worry about the sparkling. Just work backward,” she murmured.