Puppeteer X Bloody Painter Novels & Stories

Guided by magic, the blood formed complex runes and images. It took three full days. The painting was almost complete. I went out to buy the last ingredient I needed, a pigment called "Moon-silver Grass." Without the ancient tome, I had to rely on this older method. But the moment I returned, the acrid stench of corrosion assaulted my senses. I rushed into my studio. The blood-painting had been utterly destroyed by a powerful corrosive potion. All that remained on the canvas were black, scorched marks. "No!" I activated the surveillance magic.

I grabbed the handle and tried to open it, but it seemed locked. The sound reverberated in our ears for a long time. A musty, dank order sneaked into my nose. Weeds of dark leafy were clinging on the roof, due to which any person would faint. The house's walls showed black decay with various names written on them with red ink or blood. Stains of original paint indicated the house's prior affluence. The fresh blood of humans covered the corners of the doors with tiny black spiders thread towards their loot. It reflected a royal yet haunted image as if Kings and queens lived here for centuries.

You can start now, Maureen," Maureen smiled at him. She felt her fingers tremble but did not stop her from continuing painting. Maybe it's just her excitement so she also feels a little nervous. Gregorio sat on the sofa in front of the girl, watching her painting. He is secretly happy because it looks like Maureen is his next victim. "I'm done, Sir," Maureen said happily. She didn't take her eyes off the painting. The painting is so beautiful that anyone who sees it would dream of owning it. She was lucky because she received the artist's painting, and take note, it's free! Gregorio stood up and approached the girl. "It would be even better if you put your name," Gregorio said kindly.

“I’ve been asking myself a million questions why my dad would not plant this wonderful flowers on our side.” The man laughed heartily. “Well they only support this soil at this side.” He said to me. “Maybe I’ll have to steal just a little bit to grow them at the palace grounds.” “Palace?” He asked curiously. I gazed at him as I shrugged. “My name is Claus by the way.” He said to me. “Zeeklah. Well, that is my name unless you end up calling me Your Highness like the rest of them.” I said sarcastically.

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

My hands shivered as she handed the paper over to me. I opened it and showed the most shocking revelation of my life. My hands stiffened and my stomach tightened. What?! Raven used wolves blood to form his paint, and that was the reason it was thick. No wonder the lab technician looked at me in such a way. This could be linked to that hidden room. Could that be the reason for the famine? That was a perfect way to kill the wolves without being blamed. And then used their blood as asphalt paint. Indeed there's no way this painting wouldn't get the attention of those investors.

"Scorpion's scared! He can't back it when it actually costs him something!" Jax's hand landed on Bullet's shoulder, silencing everyone. He looked at Viper with eyes that were terrifyingly dark. Then he spoke, his voice low and final. "Fine. You win—you get him for the night." "Jax!" I gasped, my voice sharp with fear. How could he bet me like that? Jax didn't even look at me. "But when you lose—" He paused, his gaze burning into Viper's. "You surrender the bike. The fifty million in backing your crew runs on." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Seeing his face made the hate in my chest, mingled with confusion grow like molten lava waiting to erupt. Father offered me a bowl and the scent was so wholesome it had my mouth watering and fangs I didn't know I had elongated shocking me. I couldn't stop myself from snatching the bowl from him and draining the red liquid. I gasped in shock, staring at the bowl I held with trembling hand, the remnant of the liquid smeared at the corner of my lips. It was blood. The blood of a human to be precise. I stared up at my father and the sorcerer who watched me skeptically. I was a monster.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know