Unohana Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

Hunter felt the gush of wet blood before the searing pain. As Hunter lurched sideways, Hotuaekhaashtait grabbed hold of Hunter’s exposed, untamed locks, and used them to snap his head backwards. Without a second thought, Hunter sheared through his trapped hair (the source of his lineage, his heritage, and which his mother had told him to never cut) and pulled away just in time to avoid the keen edge of the knife whooshing by his exposed throat.

He knew what had been happening here and he was unable to stop it. (DESTINY , who was sitting in her room, closing her eyes witnessing everything happening in the battlefield shot open her eyes and started panting. Choice, her little sister got worried and started shaking her trying to relax her asking her what happened, when she oy mumbled two words .... " BLOOD PACT ") OHMAN was now dead and was lying in a pool of his own blood which was still flowing and gushing like a stream making his body drenched , but his eyes were still open and it was sending chills down Trinity's spine as if he was looking deep into her soul.

I lost my Luna because of them and now they have to pay the price, even if they are not those specific warriors who made me lose my Luna- I killed those people already and I will continue to kill anyone who tries to remind me of that awful memory . After slaughtering one of my warriors, I went and hunt for other pack's Warriors, together with my best-trained warriors. Killing is my past time and during my hunt, I encounter some of the Red Blood Pack's Warrior. Knowing that they are Uno's servants, I ordered my warriors to kill them. I brought my warriors which I personally trained to kill and not to only protect.

Blood bubbled, spattering onto the ground. For a moment, Deluna reeled, the pupils widening in horror. "No," she whispered, horror in her voice. "Mine," Naomi continued, taking a step forward. "My blood, your vulnerability. As I'd predicted, my blood is salvation for others, but to you?" She flashed her a glint of blood, her blood, on the silver tip of the knife. "It's your demise." A scream, inhuman, shredded through the evening, a wailing cry of agony and heartache, and Deluna fought, attempting a counterattack, but Naomi moved, almost in a blur.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The moment her eyes collide with mine, she hurries towards me, her features twisting into a frown of pure disgust. “YOU!” She cries out, aggressively banging her cane against the rough wooden floor and making me jump. “I am the anne of the man your baba murdered, and unlike Quenten, I have more justice in my heart than compassion. You are bad blood, and I won’t allow you to spread your poison around my home. You might be alive because of Quenten-”

The pain was so intense, my vision went black. I screamed and yanked my hand out. It was already turning black! The stone box clattered to the ground, and a strong smell of vampire venom filled the air! The smell our kind hates most! The venom was spreading fast up my fingers, like a living snake burrowing into my flesh! I quickly grabbed a nearby animal hide to try and stop it, but the venom seemed to have a life of its own, eating into my hand, causing unbearable pain. Sophia appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the cave entrance. She spoke in a lazy, sickly sweet but vicious voice:

Hunter grumbled lowly. "Hunter," Luca started because he knew what he saw back at Chloe's house wasn't normal. It was obvious something triggered Silvia badly. She was crying tears of blood, they even wounded her badly but the way she was torturing those men in absolute rage. He could bet she was furious at them for laying their hands on Angela and Silvia looked ominous. Thirsty for blood. Her violet eyes were full of pain and revenge.