The House That Dripped Blood Cast Novels & Stories

Ajay's body was on top of a pile of Wood that was set up to catch fire. Abhishek comes out holding a pot, leaking water, he goes around his father's body and breaks the pot. Mrs. Mathilda came outside held out her sari and dropped to the ground. Pinky helped her up, I turned to Avanti however she didn't give me any chance to speak with her. A priest holds out a fire, he had it given to Abhishek, Abhishek looks at me, his eyes are tearing up and I can't help but feel sad.

Draco POV: Seeing blood dripping out of that glass Jasmine literally jumped out of her chair by allowing it to fall back with loud ‘THUD’ while serving servant in horror said “This is Impossible, I myself filled this jar with white wine… ho.. how can it turned into blood like this…?”

Tied up. Across from the cluster of people was Tia Valeria and her House kneeling in the dirt. I could feel Imani's nails digging into my skin when I pointed her out quietly. Three of the members of the House lied on the ground, deep in a pool of their own blood. Two were dead; the two screams Imani and I heard back on the road. One, however, was still conscious and suffering from erratic spasms. The cluster laughed like rabid animals.

“Well, he fell victim to the blood dealer and lost his life to him. We found him strangled and drained of most of his blood.” “Ew, gross. Okay, so what? They forced him to give too blood?” Trisha didn’t like the sound of this. “I get the feeling he was paying for the spells with his blood and when the druid saw his need ending and the blood supply going away, he took what he could. Killed Henry so there was no one who could identify him.” “He doesn’t expect you two to remember him?”

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

Adjust the drip and look at the flow, when the drop continues it means you did it right. I lifted my gaze to the bag of blood hanging above my head. My world spun and blurred, and I lost my strength to fight as the blackness was falling over my vision. Completely.

It must’ve been very difficult at the time. “Yes,” she nodded. “It hit him in the lungs.” I honestly thought she might start to cry, but she took a few deep breaths and recomposed herself. “Up until that time, that was the most blood I’d ever seen.” She met my eyes. “Vampires don’t bleed. They just turn to ash. And by the time I’d gotten to Drew, there was no blood left, just a few drops. Aaron was bleeding… everywhere.” “Oh, my gosh,” I said quietly, scooting over to put my hand on her knee. “That must’ve been horrible to see.”

He watched as soldiers tore into our homes, shooting and killing every living creature. “Mama, we can’t stay here” I cried. We knew we couldn’t put up with hiding anymore but where do we run to? Every path seems to have been torn to shreds, every direction creating a wind of confusion. We had not expected such dawn. The rains came down heavily as their lorries landed, the soldiers released gunshots into the air sending terror to varying homes. I peered out through the window to watch the confusing scenario unfold in my eyes. They dragged out a specific family and knelt them in front of their house, tied their hands and shot them dead. My heart skipped into my mouth, this was not the normalcy

Thick blood began to drip onto the floor, mixing with the snow and staining it red. … When Jameson entered the villa, instead of checking on the unconscious Alyssa, he quietly made his way to his study and reviewed the surveillance footage on his computer. He sat leisurely in the leather chair, ready to watch Jasper leave in defeat. To his surprise, he witnessed something even more satisfying. Jasper knelt on the snowy ground, breathing heavily and with his lips stained with blood. That was blood. Was he coughing up blood? "Hahaha! Jasper Beckett, what a surprise!" Jameson laughed. Staring at the footage, he quickly called Carl.

She couldn't tell how large the room was, but that wasn't the issue, for that familiar smell of rotting flesh and blood assailed her nose, making her stumble back slightly. Drip, drip, drip... There was something dripping from the ceiling, and when she looked up, the liquid hit her face. It was warm, smelled sort of metallic, and when she touched to find out, she was horrified to find out that it was blood. There was more dripping, and as she walked forward amidst the shadows, she felt her feet sink in to what she thought was a puddle of blood.