Mc Blood-stained Novels & Stories

Unfortunately that hindered my work. I turned around, shaking my head. It really wasn't my day. First the thing with Reese, then my extremely embarrassing misjudgment with Virido and then this neighborhood. That was just for ... When I saw a large, rust-red stain on the path in front of me, I stopped. That was blood. Or? To make sure I wasn't mistaken, I crouched down to take a closer look at the stain, even running my fingers over it. But there was no doubt that this was blood. And not just a little.

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.

She screamed out in pain, lowering her body, unintentionally using her hands to apply pressure. Marco's eyes went straight to her stomach only to see her the blood stain on her purple dress spreading. Fuck! You are bleeding.”

I wiped the crimson spilled over my shoulders and left of my face with a white cloth I have prepared earlier just for this purpose. My stiff hands were gritting with force as I remove the splatter of blood from my face all while staring at the horror before my eyes, sitting comfortably on a red couch remembering if I ever did my work this messy before. Bodies atop of one another and their blood spilled like hot milk on the slight sheen of the floor. The air is thick with the stench of blood as though you licked the rust off of the metal.

It’s almost like something toxic. When my eyes land on the blood that I just threw out of my mouth, the color of it startles me. It’s black.

I unwilling followed Draco from behind and I less than half second we both made to basement floor. “Fuck…. This is extremely powerful negative energy” Draco said by crunching his eyebrow and staring at lower part of basement which was equal to sea of dark black blood and yellowish colored substance, it looked like yellow white fluid that are generally flowed out of human body when they are dead.... Something like Mucas.. I turned my head and saw that even all walls inside basement were full of sticky blood and this blood looked like as if it was getting solidified.

His hair was soft on her skin and she was tempted to touch it so she did running her hands through the silky soft hair, As she did she noticed him cuddle her closer, so she did it again and again while he relaxed into a deeper sleep. Grace sat for a while and when she noticed he had fallen fully asleep she decided to get up. She reached for his hands behind her when she felt how wet it was, She drew her hand back to examine it, but her eyes widened as she saw blood. Grace pulled Mr Black's hands from her waist and realized how bloody it was with a few chards of Glass on it. "What happened to you?". Grace whispered her eyes teary as she watched the horrible state of his hand.

MONICA. Panic seizes my heart like a fist, clamping over it so hard that for a moment I feel like I’m not alive. I wipe the liquid on the hem of my dress, and the stain comes away like dried blood. I stare at my hand, waiting for the black to disappear. Hyden just watches me, calm, as though he already knew this long before. It’s fading now as I wipe my hand on my skirt over and over, but I can still see traces of it.

Grimacing at the large blood stain at the back of my gown. 'Could this day get any worse?'I rushed to the bathroom to rinse off the bulk of it but the stain had failed to completely fade away. Instead what had been left after my vigorous scrubbing was a reddened smear. I limped to the door, taking one last glance around the room that would forever haunt me, I opened the door and left in search of Maeve.