Passive Bloodstains Novels & Stories

However, bright red blood stains were visible on her lovely dress. “Ahh!! Blood!!!”

He pulled out stacks of medical documents and legal claims I had trouble wrapping my head around. “White tuff of hair, unidentifiable,” he read aloud, holding a crime scene investigative report to the light. “Considerable amount of blood in the grass, traceable in the soil samples collected as well. All blood connected to that of Helen in Fiery Cross pack.” “What? How could that be?” I gasped, pulling for the photos of the blood that did indeed cover the grass and the tree nearby.

"Am sorry, I thought you must be tired, I didn't want to disturb you" "It's okay, make sure to wake me up next time or run to me when you seek comfort," Damien told her and She smiled, answering with an mn but suddenly, She felt something wet and warm beneath her hand. Confused, She opened her eyes and stared at her palm, her eyes went wide as She saw it was covered in blood. "You are bleeding!" She immediately voiced out without thinking, putting out from his embrace. Damien's eyes went to his arm, to find his shirt soaked in his blood. "Shit!" He cursed, immediately getting out of bed and running towards the bathroom.

In less than a minute, the place was crowded with employees of the company; some of them were trying to help the dead man, while others were trying to figure out the cost of his death. "How can this be possible? He has lost a lot of blood; there is literally no blood in his body, but there isn’t any blood on the floor. Only the bloodstains on his shirt are an evidentiary sign of blood. How can his shirt absorb so much blood?" a security guard said. Mr. Abel's body was moved to the floor by security personnel.

The perfect front for a body dump spot. Jackson stoops down and probes his finger into a dark substance on the ground, examining it. He turns pale and heaves. My heart stops again. I immediately know. It’s blood. Everybody circles the small pool of dense black-red liquid drained into the dirt. Please let it not be their blood. Please, please, please. A blood trail leaves a distinct route to the small room as if something bloody was dragged through the dirt. It’s like deja vu ― almost the same pattern as the one from years ago, in our hallway.

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.

It wasn't a food stain. It was blood. Thick, dark, dried drops of blood, splattered across the cuffs of his trousers in a large frantic pattern.

I could tell this was where Leonidas and his wolves usually shifted, there was a pattern to it, a rhythm in the dirt, like a trail of their animal instincts left behind. My boots crunched softly as I followed the path. The claw marks led deeper into the trees, almost vanishing at one point, until something caught my eye. Blood. A smear of it, dark red against the pale dirt. I crouched down slowly and touched the edge of the stain, pressing my fingers gently into the dried surface. It wasn’t cold yet. Still damp around the middle which meant it was still fresh. And definitely vampire blood.

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?!!

Claire always knew how to get under my skin. I went to the staff locker room. Maybe Thessara came in early and I just missed her somehow. Her locker was open. That was weird. Thessara always locked it. I looked inside carefully. Her jacket was still there. Her bag. But something else caught my eye. A piece of torn fabric stuck to the locker door. Dark red stains on it. Blood. My medical training kicked in immediately. I pulled the fabric down gently. I examined it under the light. The blood pattern was strange. Not like a normal cut or injury. The stains were in weird places. And the color was slightly off. Darker than regular blood should be.