روايات وقصص ضمن Saw 2 Flesh And Blood

When I gave it a read, I wrote 'Man in black clothing dumping the bodies he killed by slashing their throats and cutting their tongues out. I backed away from my system and looked at it with utter shock, not believing what I was seeing. What the hell is happening here!?

Once, the energy of her powers faded away, the scent of Dawn's blood wrapped around the house thickly and my fangs elongated, my heart warming up at the thought of seeing my mate again, that was until the putrid scent of the dead vampire who laid a few feet from us distorted the scent in the air. "Where in the dark hell are we? What the hell happened here" Fatimah asked, looking around the building before gazing back at me. She moved towards the body, her eyes taking in every little detail of it. "That is a gruesome way to die, but I must say it looks so clean, it's like a piece of art," Fatimah said as she inspected the severed head of the dead. Masika stared at the corpse, her eyes widenin

However, all of a sudden, Adrian started to stop his footsteps there, and stood with his stiff body right now. Adrian hardened his facial expression there, and subconsciously started blinking his eyelids a few times. It wasn't long before his eyes started to turn slightly metallic in color. Damn, it's the smell of Alexis' blood. What happened to her right now? Is she hurting? Adrian thought to himself, when he realized what had just happened to him. Adrian smelled Alexis' blood there, which suddenly made Adrian's eyes turn into metallic color. And the thirst that he could immediately feel slowly began to fill every part of his body. Adrian tried to catch his breath, to at least quench his th

The darkness consumed him as the last sight he saw was of Aunt Marina coming towards him. He opened his eyes as his breathings were getting heavier. He could see Aunt Marina and Trevor talking before he again fainted. He opened his eyes as that time he was completely awake to find himself in his room. He looked at his hands as they were all like before so was his bare chest. Nothing changed in him as he still wanted to taste blood. The door of his room creaked open followed by Aunt Marina. She gasped as she saw him alive. "Oh my God! You are alive." Aunt Marina came towards him as everyone came inside his room gradually. He could see they all were human except Aunt Marina because she wasn't

I turn the corner and step into an alley like I forgot something, and the second I am out of sight I press my palm to the brick wall. “Show me,” I whisper. The magic answers fast because it is old and it knows my voice. The world tilts. The brick goes soft under my hand, and my vision slips sideways, and suddenly I am seeing down another street, through another pair of eyes that are not mine. Gus. He is moving slow. Too slow. Like he has all the time in the world. His steps are measured. His breathing steady. No rush. No hunger. That scares me more than rage ever could.

“Breathe, Alice. I’ve got you.” Her heart pounded, trapped in Kane’s crimson gaze, his warmth so close she felt his heartbeat. Her senses flared, catching the wild musk of wolf under his skin, and her nails ached, retracting slowly as she focused on his touch. “I’m not… me,” she whispered, voice trembling, wrist scar pulsing. “I saw it, Kane—a lab, Samuel, my scar. I’m not a hybrid. I’m… a weapon.”

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

Cowardly but smart. I shift my body a little and instantly regret it. The silver cuffs have melted the raw meat off my wrists; there’s no skin left, just raw tendon and exposed bone grinding against metal. When I sleep, if it can even be called that, the flesh fuses to the steel like wax, and when I move, it tears again—it rips open with a sick, wet sound, and the blood starts oozing all over again. It never stops. There’s a pool beneath me now, endless, growing as blood drips in rhythm with my pulse.

WAKE UP! He lifted from the mirror. Felt something wet. Something tight. Pulled away to stand. The skin of his back remained. Already in pain and lost in emotional chaos, he didn’t feel it sticking to the glass and pulling free from his muscle. Didn’t feel it separating from his spine and his ribs, his collar bone and shoulders, as he turned to face the mirror. Hadn’t noticed the slimy sound of ripping and tearing. Didn’t know he’d left his flesh behind until he saw it hanging, a bloody swathe of discarded skin, shining and wet. Dozens of veins snapped and broken and pumping blood down the door. Snakes crawling like maggots through pink flesh. Dripping spider web strands of who knew the fuck

SEAN The metallic stench of fresh blood and the sickening, sweet odor of scorched flesh hung heavily in the damp air of the underground holding cells, clinging to my clothes and burning the back of my throat with every breath. I stood completely motionless over the mutilated corpse of the rogue who lay slumped against the heavy iron chains, watching the dark crimson pool expand sluggishly across the sloped concrete floor toward the central drain.