Novel & Cerita Slayer World Painted Blood

I remarked and Kyler chuckled. “The pictures you sent me through the mindlink were wow ! Are you an artist in painting bodies with blood ? The precision of the cuts and the streams of oozing blood were too accurately done !! I could swear you were sending me the images of a painting if I had not seen your victims walking and talking for real ! The artwork was beautiful but gory,” Kyler said with a shudder. “I know you paint red better, babe,” I snorted as I thought back about Kyler’s victims tonight. All of them had been left hanging on a tree and I swear, I would have loved to turn that tree into a Xmas one if he had used actual decorations instead of corpses.

asked the Phoenix Clan Leader with a somber expression. “It hasn’t begun—it’s continuing! The war had already taken place but was halted for some reason; now they’ve started it on their own, which means all their preparations are fully complete!” The Little Dragon seriously corrected the Phoenix Clan Leader’s words. “Another piece of information: apparently, there are beings known as blood slaves. These so-called blood slaves are an army of the dead who are utterly fearless and feel no pain, even if they’re cut into pieces. I’ve received information that blood slaves will explode when they feel that death is inevitable!” The little dragon’s eyes narrowed upon hearing the name “blood slave”;

That was why I preferred seeing things myself rather than relying entirely on managers and supervisors. My gaze landed on the centerpiece of the exhibition, a colossal painting that occupied nearly an entire wall. It was known as The Crimson Ascension, a fictional depiction of an ancient vampire legend. The painting showed a blood red moon hanging above a black mountain while thousands of cloaked immortals knelt beneath it. Rivers of silver flowed through the valley below, reflecting the crimson light from the sky. At the summit stood a lone vampire king dressed in obsidian armor, his silver eyes glowing like stars while a crown of black thorns rested upon his head. Behind him stretched a ba

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

Detroit Michigan, USA. His eyes spurred danger. Fierce green. All he did was hid them behind those masks of his and he only takes them off when ever he feels he has accomplished a misson. His tongue and teeth were red and bloody. Evidence of the numbers of innocent people he had murdered and drank their blood. Blood of the people he had slaughtered like animals. He needed to feast on them. The blood makes them more powerful and undefeatable. Last time they hurded their enemies, they slaughtered every single each of them. Boys, girls, men, women and even children. They were always driven by the force to kill. Seeing people suffer, in tears, pains and killing people in the worst ways possible

"From now on, both of you must learn to protect yourselves. Now go to rest Yve, I will help your mother downstairs on making food for us. If any of you need anything, just call us downstairs alright?" I nodded on her last statement and let her leave the room. I can feel how unfair the world was towards us twins. I can feel the anger seeping through my blood because of this selfish people wanting to take our bloods. Whoever is that greater force Lady Molly was talking about, I will make sure they will suffer in my hands! They had done enough damage. Third Person's POV

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

The world inside the mirror was not dark. It was a blinding, painful red. ​Seraphina stood in the middle of a city that was melting. Buildings made of white stone were dripping like wax, and the sky was a bruised purple, torn apart by streaks of black lightning. This was the past—the final hours of the first Great War. ​"So, the blood has finally called out to the void," a voice rang out. ​Seraphina turned. Standing on a balcony overlooking the ruin was a woman who looked almost exactly like her. She wore a dress made of shadows, and her arms were covered in the same blue tattoos, but hers were glowing so brightly they looked like they were made of neon.

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,