Saw Ii Flesh & Blood Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

" 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.

Clara said quietly. He nodded. “What is it?” A long silence. “Something that shouldn’t be here.” She swallowed. “And us?” His expression softened slightly. “We’re in its way.” At 4:02 a.m., Clara’s phone lit up again. No number. No signal. Just a message. I SEE YOU. Alex looked at the screen. And for the first time since becoming human— He felt fear.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

Liliana The bathroom mirror showed a stranger's face staring back at me. My eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, my cheeks hollow from stress. A small cut on my forehead from flying glass had scabbed over, and there were bruises on my arms that I didn't remember getting. This was what war looked like on a person. This was what survival cost.

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.