Mikasa Blood Rain Novels & Stories

The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor. I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death. I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

Slowing mine to a stop, I look around but can't find or see anything through the deluge. Turning off my car, I step into the pouring rain, walking towards the car as the raindrops sting my skin. The front of the car is disfigured alright, and the driver's seat is ajar, its door hanging open at an awkward angle, as if it was violently wrenched open. The dashboard is splintered, airbags deployed, and shards of glass from the shattered windshield are scattered across the seats. But the most chilling sight is the splatters of blood that mar the upholstery, stark against the gray fabric. But the most terrifying thing yet is seeing the bracelet I gave her earlier lying on the chair, but no Jessica

Kai continued. Yuka's frown deepened. "It's called Silver sparrow. It can kill a red blood in seconds. You're only still alive because you're a half blood. Did you bump into a maid earlier?" Kai asked. "Yes, why?" "Chances are, she gave you another dose without you knowing" "What?" "The problem is....Hazel passed through that same hallway on her way to the pool, and I think she's going to start feeling the effects soon" Yuka paled even more.

"No! No! No-not the blood moon. " She shook her head vigorously and proceeded to rush inside, but something liquid dripped on her body, and she glanced at her arm only to see red fluid on her arm. She screamed and wiped it off her body. "The rain of blood." She clutched her body and shut her eyes. But just then, cries from people began to echo in her ears, and she turned around only to see the cracks on the ground becoming bigger, causing some of the people to fall into the space it created.

Joker lost his smile, Tsuky Miki choked turned his face towards the ceiling and spit blood, choking would be the least, he spat, regurgitated and towards the clown who had his face covered in blood, Tsuky Miki staggered back, went at that moment between the near loss of consciousness. - That's not what he promised. – Tsuky Miki started spitting more blood, her eyes, ears, and nose filled with blood when her pants got wet, it was bleeding anyway, when Tsuky Miki staggered back, her legs lost strength, she weakened and fell backwards. It was too late anyway, being late, that's when Astro-Star, appeared breaking a wall, Tsuky Miki fell back, feeling his heart stop, one of the other heroes that

Closing his eyes, he turned away, unable to bear the sight of Rara’s suffering. Despite Rara’s heroic attempt to shield Bun Kukkinos, the fog proved too powerful. He received his punishment, turning to ash before her eyes. Rara, overwhelmed with grief, placed her hand on his as he died. A scarlet light surged from her hands, streaking across her forehead before disappearing. As Bun Kukkinos’s remains turned to ashes, Rara was engulfed in a wave of sorrow. Her anguished scream shattered the transparent barriers and the massive stone. The scarlet fog that enveloped her expanded rapidly, forcing the other fogs to retreat in defeat.

I want to meet someone. “Fifth, the Proxas. They are the type of vampires with the ability to fly. You can only tell if a vampire is Proxas if they have gray eyes. Don't go near the Proxas because sometimes they are vampires who like to play with a human or a vampire. And don't try to fight with them because you will never win," Knox, he's a Proxas? So, I should not pay attention to his actions because he might play like that? Alright.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

I felt ships crossing distant waters. Storm drains beneath the city. Blood in wounded bodies. Tears clinging to Kiyomi’s lashes inside the lighthouse. The sea was not one place. It was everywhere. Waiting. I opened my eyes. Astraya’s smile faded. The chapel windows burst inward. Rain stopped in the air. Thousands of droplets hung around me, bright as glass. Cael stared. “That is new.” I lifted my hand. The red mark turned white. Every drop moved. They spun into narrow blades and cut through the black hands holding Cael and Shigure.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.