Mikasa Blood Rain Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed, hot and coppery, splattering the pink walls, the lavender air turning acrid. He screamed, collapsing, his life fading in a gurgle. The brown-haired one stumbled back, eyes wide, but I was faster, my jaws closing on his throat, ripping, his blood flooding my mouth, bitter and warm. He fell, lifeless, his body crumpling to the floor. The door slammed open, wood splintering, and Lucas rushed in, his gray eyes blazing, his sandalwood and forest scent overwhelming and sharper to my senses now, “Mia!” he shouted, his voice rough, not just panic but disbelief, his chest heaving as he took in the carnage, blood pooling, bodies broken, the room looked like a slaughterhouse.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Jax Shit. I'm late. If I miss class again there's no way to save my car from being taken away. Again. I was going to be on time but I saw her in the hallway. Sitting cross legged handing a paper to a freshman. Her long dark hair falling around her face and tiny frame. Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin.

And so did time. The masked man clenched the blade tighter. Rain looked at Elisa and she looked at her. Elisa stared...Those warm eyes she had grown used to...Tears fell down from them. Her eyes never left Rain’s, not even when the man dragged the blade across her throat and slit her throat. Not when she let out those gurgling sounds that made blood spill out from her mouth and nose. Not when her eyes finally glazed over and that warmth was no longer there was a tear still slid down her cheeks.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

About one month passed by. One day Madarshi suudenly out of the blue told me, “Brother, let’s go.” I asked him where to and he replied, “We’re going to Japan to carry out our first mission as devils. And our target, it’s the ‘agent scum’ of Japan.” Then I remembered about the agent scum. Mr. Jihad gave that name to those who took orders from any of the five great nations and carry out that order. No one knows the identity of the ‘agent scum’ and because of them a lot of innocents died in the World War III and people are still suffering. Madarashi had recognized them as his first enemies for elimination. But then I asked how he will find out the identity of that agent scum and in reply he sai

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

MARCO Blood was everywhere. Thick, dark, warm against my skin. It soaked through my fingers, through Aisha’s torn clothes, pooling on the leather seat beneath her. The metallic stench filled the SUV, mixing with the acrid scent of gunpowder and burnt rubber. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, eyelids fluttering, skin sickly pale. “Stay awake,” I muttered, pressing my hand harder against the wound. “Don’t fucking pass out.”

Suddenly, Mikayla screamed again, this time with a piercing terror that sent a chill through the entire hall. Lorenzo's composure finally shattered as his instincts yanked his attention toward her. Mikayla's dress was soaked in blood across her chest, her hair was a tangled mess, and she was repeatedly forced back by Koda's heavy sword. She seemed to have lost all of her strength to even stand, let alone continue fighting. Koda, despite being drenched in blood and clearly injured, still staggered toward her with the wild bloodlust of a beast. He raised his greatsword with trembling hands and aimed it right at her neck.

One of the soldiers supplied each soldier with a raincoat. Matt and Chicago stood on the balcony and fixed their eyes on the large garden, studying the wolves. "Heavy rain on a full moon?" Chicago shook his head in shock. "An abomination!" "I don't understand what has been happening today," Matt said in confusion, "Trainor is a suspect." He paused, then rejoined, "He was very certain something unusual will happen today, I want to know what he knows, how he knew, and what he intends to do with it... Everything."