Strike The Blood English Dub Novels & Stories

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

"This is not a war!" Uisdean screamed, a high pitiful sound, as he fell to the carpet and began to shake. His pale skin reddened and rolled as if there were bubbles beneath it. I gaped as blood poured from his ears in a boiling tide and sizzled when it hit his hair. The acrid smell of burnt hair and blood wafted over to me.

The sword light flashes, and the Crimson Cloud Sword once again sweeps through this disgusting tongue, cutting it apart. "A critical hit! -610!" Another blow to its weak point. The Blood Infant suffers another setback, both pained and furious. "I will eat you! Devour you!" The Blood Infant's voice becomes mournful, like the cry of an owl, suppressing the soul. With the Blood Infant's desperate cries, its mouth, already large, splits open further, from the cheek area extending all the way to behind its ear. Originally with a large head, its mouth, after this new split, opens like a whale devouring the sea, appearing particularly eerie.

She walked to my side, her eyes on my knuckles as I looked at her mirror view. “It is to me. I hope you had a fun night with Gibson?” I finally turned my gaze to her, her eyes still on my knuckles. Refusing to give me a reply, she asked instead, “Is this blood yours or the person you probably beat up?” “Why would I let a human make me bleed?” “Oh jeez, stop being so egotistic and answer the goddamn question, Emmett.” A vein pulsed by the side of her head as she shouted, her brows arched with worries.

Tyler lunged, but his blindness sent him crashing to the floor. Rachel's laugh was sharp and cruel. "Now you know what it's like to be blind. Jobless, hated, and useless. You thought I'd stick around? Get real." Fury consumed him. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing a fruit knife from the bedside table and swinging blindly. "You cut my hand, you bastard!" Rachel screamed, slapping him hard. "You're pathetic! Think you deserve me?" Tyler zeroed in on her voice and struck. The blade sank into flesh with a sickening squish. He didn't stop, stabbing again and again, lost in a frenzy as nurses shouted and tried to pull him off.

I flew backward, my back hitting the concrete pillar with a sickening crunch. I dropped my rifle. The air was gone from my lungs, my vision swimming with black spots. The Enforcer stood over me, his violet eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling mercy. “You are a baseline human,” he vibrated, the sound rattling my teeth. “You are a structural flaw in the new world. You will be removed.” He raised his arm, his fingers glowing with a concentrated violet light. I knew what was coming. He was going to hit me with a focused acoustic pulse that would turn my internal organs into jelly.

Blood. Oh God! “You… you must tell Don Adrian… the orphan, he the spy. He out for revenge… and he very cunning son of a bitch.” his accent was Italian, more like… Korean? My mind couldn't register his words and all I could think of was getting him off me, my knees were slowly turning into jelly. I didn’t know how long I stood there, paralyzed, screaming, until Adrian’s men came rushing towards me. Strong hands grabbed the stranger, lifting him off me, my entire body was drenched in red, and the sudden loss of weight made my head spin

*Mark. The word landed differently than it should have. Not bureaucratic. Not procedural. Something older. Something that made my skin heat and my spine pull in two directions at once. "What does it mean," I said. "To be marked." His eyes found mine. The gold didn't flash this time. It stayed. --- "You found it," he said finally. His voice was careful in the way voices are careful when the speaker is managing something large. "You knew it was here." "My patrol found the blood this morning."

“I do. Every single day. But I can’t turn back. I won’t abandon her. I won’t abandon this pack.” His voice rose again, cracking under the weight of it all. “So stop acting like I don’t bleed too!” The room trembled with the force of his confession. For a fleeting second, something fragile filled the air something almost human enough to mend what had been broken. But Caroline let the silence stretch until it snapped. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. Deadly quiet. “You bleed?” she repeated softly, disbelief threading through every syllable. “No, Klaus you chose.”

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b