Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

You can reject a Dom well if you are brave enough and can break it off if things don't go the way you wanted. Physical examination is mandatory to make sure no one is getting abused. The vampires aren't allowed to drink directly from their sub until they are official and are together forever, there are blood donors and bagged blood for them. I close my eyes and try to sleep, thinking about the future and all that's to come is giving me a headache.

The king chooses a whip from a wall of such devices, then slaps it lightly against his palm. "For your failure to uncover the insurgent plot before they could cause havoc, and therefore giving the Lycans ammunition with which to mock me, I sentence you, Evander Garin, to fifty lashes from this whip." He holds up the flogger up before my eyes, a braided leather cat o' nine tails with a thick handle. "This whip is special," he says, admiring the gruesome instrument of torture. "It's coated in wolfsbane, which will make every strike much more excruciating."

He pulled out a thick needle and shoved it straight into my already shrunken vein. He didn't use any disinfectant and was rough. Bright red blood began to rush through the tube and into the collection bag. As the liquid drained from me, my vision blurred. The cold sank deeper into my bones. My heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Still in Whitney's arms, Cameron cracked one eye open. He let out a cruel smile at me. It was like he was watching an animal being bled out on a hook. I smiled back. It was a smile of release.

Being true to his word in marking each and every inch of his skin in colour red of blood. Vince's shirt was wet,drenched in sweat. Blisters and bruises appearing on his palms from the tight grip on the whip. His own shoulder wound has started seeping now, ruining his white crisp shirt. But he didn't care. He wanted revenge and it was not even close to over yet. Dropping the whip he opens his palms for his men to hand him over the white powder. Salt to be exact ,to intensify his pain ten times more and stopping his body from going unconscious when he was not over yet.

Vance growls, his voice echoing off the walls like low thunder. Veronica turns white as chalk, backing away until her spine hits the chalkboard. "Vance... brother, I was just—" "Shut your mouth," Vance cuts her off with an icy glare, stepping forward as his enforcers surround the group. "Billy already transmitted the full video feed directly to the central server. You used wolf-bane water and attempted physical violence against a member of the Calloway Bloodline inside a non-combat zone."

"Kay, as the pack heir, you also handled this situation improperly." Kay lowered his head. "Yes, Father. I accept my punishment." But he immediately looked up, pointing at me. "However, Ella's negligence must also be punished! Otherwise, it won't satisfy the pack! I suggest stripping her of her access to core tactical planning and sentencing her to the silver whip, as an example!" The silver whip! That was a whip laced with silver threads, excruciatingly painful to wolves, like burning the soul. It would severely delay wound healing and could even leave permanent scars and energy damage. Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.

I need to find a fresh blood source, and I need it soon. I set up some traps around the outskirts of the bunker before spotting a deer feeding on the grass. I take it down as quickly as possible before heading back inside, checking on Anna. She's still asleep, and I know I need to get a move on. I run down the hall past the weapons room and onto the medical room, grabbing a cannula before slicing the deer's neck using a funnel to catch the blood underneath; once I have a full bag of blood, I head back into Anna's room before inserting the cannula into her icy cold skin and hooking the bag above her head leaving the drip to do its magic, this procedure, has become like second nature to me kno

It looked like spilled wine. "The silver," she whispered. Her eyes went wide. She grabbed a discarded vial from the floor. "The tips of the whip. They weren't just hooks. They were coated in Heparin. A massive dose. You’re an anticoagulant mess, Kai." "I'm dying." "No." She stood up. She looked at the heavy steel door. "Marcus! Open the door! He’s not clotting! He’s going to bleed out before the harvest!" The small viewing slot in the door slid open. Marcus’s eyes appeared. Cold. Bored.

Even if I had a lot to share, I was angry with her and had no intention of sharing with someone who’d do what she did. It was sheer intuition and luck that made me turn to searching the blood samples that I had for insect properties. Through process of elimination, I found a heavy amount of cockroach properties. From this, I managed to determination that the contamination was a form of vampire leprosy caused by a hygienic issue with the donors. I didn’t think that it was a feeding issue in the sense of their blood. It was the fact that they were placing their mouths on flesh that was riddled with Staphylococcus aureus and ingesting it along with the blood that they were drinking.

Zeke snarled, his free hand tracing the wax patterns. For the blood play, Zeke selected a sterile lancet, making precise, shallow cuts along Eli's arms and torso—just enough to draw thin lines of blood, the metallic scent mixing with the room's other aromas. It was cathartic for Eli, the pain a release, and Zeke lapped at the blood gently, mixing dominance with care. "You're bleeding for me, that's good," he whispered, his tongue flicking over the cuts.