Mc Blood-stained Novels & Stories

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

means in my blood. O god I am still bleeding... After taking 15-20 minutes relaxing bath in which I took little nap ...I came out from the bathroom wearing a long hulk sized bathrobe. As I was wearing it my eyes landed on my reflection , on the mirror The bathrobe fell down from my hands in shock O my god ... My whole body is looking red blue and is covered from neck to knee in his teeth marks. My face have his finger prints I turned around and again gasped when I saw my back is also covered with his teeth marks .

The deep crimson stains stood out starkly against the delicate fabric, an undeniable reminder of the gruesome fate they had endured. A wave of nausea surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intertwining with the sterile laboratory odors, and I felt my stomach churn in disgust. I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate to suppress the rising bile, but the taste of revulsion lingered on my tongue.

Bile quickly rises to my throat, and I swallow it down. Wrong decision to make. Before I can think, it rushes up my throat again, and I hunch over. Right there, in the middle of the aisle, I empty my guts. I puke. A whitish transparent liquid. My throat feels raw, hot. “Gross,” someone grimaces. Jafeth looks away, jaw clenched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Black dots dance in my vision, my head swims. I feel light-headed. Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…

I got up slowly trying o nurse my stomach ache and notice red stains all over the bedsheets. A good part of the beddings was full of blood and I didn’t even want to look at them. I didn’t want to be a girl anymore. My nightdress was also stained with dark red and no amount of washing was going to save the stained sheets. Dear God, I didn’t sign up for all this. I hurried to the bathroom and filled the sink with water and detergents. I f I appeared at the hallway with bedsheets and duvets next to the washing machine, it would look even worse. My step mama

She couldn’t help but scream and in less than 1 minute, doctors and nurses were piling into the office in concern. The female doctor couldn’t unsee what she saw. Doctor smith’s body was pale and ashen, his lips had become stiff and hard and his eyes which looked like they almost popped out some minutes before death were wide and yellowish in color. His nails looked as if riddled with dried blood and his shirt slightly bloodied was opened, revealing his throat area which had long bloody scratches. His phone was not too far from him and it looked like he was reaching for it. His legs were somehow at an unnatural angle and his tie was not too far from his reach either. She staggered again and f

The plastic casing shattered, sparking once before dying in a puff of acrid smoke. "You will not touch her," Damian whispered. The threat was so quiet it made the room feel like a tomb. "The next hand that moves toward this bed stays on the floor." Marcus froze, his face draining of color. But his eyes darted past Damian, landing on a discarded medical gown draped over the biohazard bin in the corner. Under the emergency UV strobes, the gown wasn't white. It was splashed with a brilliant, bioluminescent stain. Silver. It pulsed with a faint, dying violet light—a perfect match for the threads in my neck.

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Mia looked up, concerned. “Evelyn, are you okay?” “I’m fine” I called back, though my voice was strained. Once inside the bathroom, I barely had time to close the door before I was doubled over the sink, vomiting violently. I groaned in discomfort, clutching the edge of the counter for support. But when I glanced down at the sink, my heart stopped. Blood. Dark, thick blood stained the white porcelain, stark and horrifying. My breath quickened, hands trembling as I backed away from the sink.