Saw Ii Flesh & Blood Novels & Stories

"He's still useful. Don't take the shoulder out." "I know," I say. "You have that look." "What look." "The one where you've decided to be thorough." She looks up then. Meets my eyes over Caruso's pinned head. "Not yet." Not yet. I file that. Step back. Let Caruso peel his face off the worktable and assess the damage — a split lip now, blood on the concrete surface, his left eye already beginning to close from the impact. "Sit down," I tell him. He sits.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

The bullet sparked off his shoulder plating. He didn't even flinch. He grabbed Evangeline by the throat and slammed her against the brick wall. "The heart is still beating," the Cleaner said. He raised the saw. "No!" I scrambled through the water, but my legs were still half-numb from the sedative. The saw descended. SHINK. Blood sprayed the wall. But it wasn't Evangeline’s. The Cleaner’s arm fell into the water, still clutching the whirring saw. Marcus stood in the doorway. He was holding a heavy-duty plasma cutter, the blade glowing a violent blue.

The effect was instantaneous. Where the sapphire blood touched the mercury, the knight screamed. It wasn't a human sound; it was the sound of a thousand mirrors being crushed in a hydraulic press. The silver flesh bubbled and cracked, turning into gray ash that blew away in the wind. The creature’s form destabilized, flickering between a dozen different shapes before finally shattering into harmless shards. "It works," Sofia breathed, looking at her bleeding palms. The pain was sharp, but the clarity was sharper. She looked at the army of phantoms pouring through the gate, and then she looked at her soldiers, who were being systematically slaughtered.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

" I kicked the door open. Ava was wearing a fur bikini, twisting her body while hanging on Noah's waist. I went crazy, limping forward to tear off her clothes, but I froze when I saw the bone flute hanging on her chest. My eyes were bloodshot as I grabbed her by the neck. "Ava! What is that on your neck?!" Ava's veins bulged, and she could not speak. Noah pulled me down. "Are you crazy, May? It is just a dying old wolf. I can catch another one for you, okay?" The bone flute on Ava's neck was made from Wolf Mom's bones—the same as mine.

Lira (POV) The blood on the snow isn’t mine—not all of it. But it steams like it knows me. Like it wants to crawl back into my skin. I wake mid-shift, my body bent wrong, bones caught between what I was and what they tried to make me. My spine arches halfway into something feral, and its angle makes my vision split. One side is red. One side is black. My teeth are still too long for my jaw. My hands end in claws that don’t belong to this shape.

The smell of rotting flesh is disgusting. Its muscle memory to pull the gloves over my hands, pick a scalpel off the medical tray. The body on the metal table in front of me has no head. ‘You have to take a sample of flesh, a sample of blood and take a look at the internal organs.’ Aunt Cynthia’s voice is clear in my head. ‘The flesh is different from what it should be— too soft, or too tough.’ I make a clear cut down the forearm, where the stiff muscles are as they would be on any other dead body.

Ian’s POV I stood beside the head guard, my arms crossed tightly. “This is the second body we’ve found?” My voice came out lower than I intended. The guard’s sigh was long and heavy. “Yes, Beta. Same as the first.” I looked down at the corpse on the ground. The sight still made my skin crawl—lips turned black, dark veins stretching like roots beneath the skin, their faces shrunken, their bodies so drained it was as if the blood had been sucked right out of them. I’d seen my share of death, but this… this was different.