The House That Dripped Blood Cast Novels & Stories

The butler pointed at the stairs and whispered in terror, “The stairs…” Anthony looked up. What was on the stairs? And then he saw it. Blood—dried, rust-dark—streaked from the attic door down the steps like a river. My blood. I never realized I had lost so much blood. I thought the blood in the room was all there was, but it had flowed all the way out and down the stairs. Anthony froze. Evelyn was also stunned, but she recovered quickly. She covered her mouth and gasped. “Oh my God! How is there so much blood?! Is this real?”

Levi Blood drips from my hands, trickling down my fingers like crimson tears. My shirt is stained, the white fabric soaked with the dark red liquid. I make my way into the tall building, a majestic skyscraper with a sleek, modern design. The ceiling made entirely of glass allowing the light to sip in unhindered. I'm pissed to the core as I make my way to the elevator, my feet grazing the polished graphite wooden floors. The metallic scent of blood lingers in the air around me, the trail of blood behind me as it drips from my hand and once white sparkling shirt.

Blood dripped down from Lane’s face to her feet while her hands supported her mother from falling; those drops of blood came from her victims, not hers. When they arrived, the mansion’s white floor turned into a sea of blood, her traumatized eyes looking at Levi and me who still flew in the sea of love at that moment. “Holly shit!” I mumbled. At the time, our faces were pointed straight at both Lane and their mother, but my pussy still throbbed when Mr. Vampire stopped his waist movement, we were both shocked.

All the problems had gone away; all the catastrophes had vanished away; now it was the time for them to enjoy their victory, and also to rejoice within their happiness, cheerfulness, as well as joyfulness. “So, has it been the perfect time for you to explain to all of us, Sumico?” asked Evania impatiently. “Yeah, how could you figure out and know that our three drops of blood can work well inside our men’s bodies after we’ve been fully theirs?” followed by Hanny also curiously. “Actually, I’m also considerably curious, Sumi Darling...” Virando turned out to be curious as well. “Thank goodness to your three drops of blood which plays its biggest role in our victory this time, Our Gentle Prett

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

I am not just a victim in this house. I am blood.

Raven mumbled, frozen in shock. In the video was the bright dining room of the very Alpha house in front of them, except the floor was soaked in blood, the blood of the White couple. Their body was out of shape because they were in such great pain that they lost control of their body, and their body was randomly half-shifted. Their faces were twisted, and they were clawing their own body as if trying to dig something from under their skin, their eyes red as the pool of blood on the floor-- “Keep it quiet and I will spare your son.”

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.