Slayer World Painted Blood Novels & Stories

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

Clad in her usual gothic dress made of black lace and black stockings paired with black-colored wedge sandals. Maleficent’s long raven hair fell like waterfalls onto her back as she sashayed towards the dining room. The empty hallway that she walked past was decorated with paintings hanging to the dark-painted walls. The paintings depicted images of different creatures which were having a feast with the humans as food – at every apex of the center stood an image of a bat-like beast with a familiar-looking set of horns and pair of wings. Cent concluded that the paintings were the history of this mansion and were painted by her father. Aside from paintings, statues made of marble littered ever

Jon mumbled. "And that undisclosed buyer is me," said Dante smiling widely, his sharp teeth glistening in the dim room. "Let's see if you can guess who painted the next one." Dante walked eagerly to the next painting, his cane tapping on the wooden floor like a one-legged giant insect. He likewise turned on the pin lights and the painting exploded in colors of bright red and burnt sienna. "This painting is something I really like. Tell me what you think?" The second painting showed a half-naked man with eyes opened wide as if in a crazed state. In his hand was something that looked like a severed human arm while blood was seen dripping from his mouth. He appeared to be in a desert and faint

It felt horrible. Silen could not take it anymore as he grabbed his sword with both his hands. A huge wave of blood seemed to come from his body and flow into the air. A bloody figure slowly materialized behind Silen. That was Silen's world avatar. Seals made of blood danced in the air, and they started to form a bloody aura, frantically getting sucked into the sword. At that moment, Silen looked like a demon soaked in blood!

I took a minute to admire the cream walls which were painted like a clean, neat canvas, displaying the secrets and the tales of this world, from my forefathers and ancestors before them. The stone sculptures around the room and the drawings etched on the walls created a classic illusion of being succumbed into a different world, a paranormal universe where nothing but peace and stability reigned. The red dotted paint marring the cream white wall representing blood, the angry werewolves in their natural glory, and terrifying dragons stood proud on the wall, making one just want to dwell in this serene surrounding.

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

The sky above was shrouded in a heavy, ominous darkness and rolling clouds. Struggling to move, I pushed myself until I reached the summit, looked out, and nearly puked. The ground was a mess of churned mud and clotted blood. I felt it seeping through my clothes, marking me with the gore. The bodies of various supernatural creatures were strewn haphazardly across the vast expanse, their final moments captured in gruesome, frozen moments. Swords gleamed. A dragon's wing was bent at an unnatural angle, burning up in a great purple fire. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of burning flesh.