Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Darla immediately answered. My face was contorted in despair, this was where my lips had gotten me, if only I had just kept quiet about what I heard then I wouldn’t be in this position. I never thought this would be the outcome of things. A guard walked towards me with a whip, it wasn’t just an ordinary whip but the tip of it had sharp blades that could tears into the flesh, it was dipped in wolfsbane which would reduce the healing process. It takes a while for me to heal because I haven’t merged with my wolf.

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.

One of the black-suited subordinates immediately took out a barbed whip that had been soaked in salt water. There was a resounding slap. The whip struck Whitney. There was a tearing sound, and her flesh split apart at once! It was a horrifying sight! The whip had been soaked with salt water, and every flick of the whip made Whitney scream in agony. "Aargh…" The blood-curdling screams resounded in the room and in the entire club. Many of the staff in the club felt goosebumps prickle their skin. Whitney was just a frail woman. How could she withstand such torture?

I kept the ointment in my pocket. "Warm soup and warm liquid things, almost cold, so as not to expand the muscles." The doctor began to close the case and separate the normal disposable items from the garbage with a risk of infection. She turned to Ayla. "This is going to hurt." She warned and then took hold of Ayla's shoulder and with a snap put it in place, but Ayla didn't move at all, as usual. "Vampire blood usually has healing properties," I remembered, already imagining that Soren was going to feed her like that.

The barbed ends tore into my flesh with a wet crack, and the sting of aconite burned through me, searing muscle and bone. Alfred’s voice rasped weakly in my mind. Gray… the whip. It’s coated again with aconite. “I know,” I forced out between gritted teeth, every word trembling with pain. James didn’t stop. The whip struck again and again, each lash biting deeper until I could feel my strength slipping away. Blood dripped from my back, running down my legs, pooling beneath me until the floor gleamed dark and red. The air was filled with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid bite of poison.

"Okay, I will tell you. It's an infection called Talharsis and it is gotten when silver comes in contact with the raw flesh repeatedly. Colin got infected from the silver in the whip which was used on him because as you witnessed that day, his back split after a few whips and his raw flesh became vulnerable to the silver whip. The infection is a relatively new one so not many people are aware that it exists. It's only we in the infirmiry who are aware of it, and maybe the Alpha too but I am not sure about that. If he knew, he might have not used the silver whip on Colin but at the same time, that may well have been the reason he used it. You understand what I am saying right?" "Yes, I do. So

I whimpered in Hades arms as he moved, the pain shot through my body like it was fire. I was placed on my stomach, the only sound that could be heard was that of my labored breathing. “You need to hold her, her body is going into shock,” Brittany cried. Hades hands held me tight, as my body trashed around the bed, each swipe of the disinfectants on the wound felt like I was being wiped again. Brittany hissed in pain as he fingers touched my open sores, “that’s not right,” she muttered lowly. “The whip had been dipped in wolf’s bane,” she mumbled, shock evident in her voice as she spoke.