Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

He wore a thick black glove and held a whip. Blood flowed out of the wound the man had inflicted on her with the whip. He had tried burning her with an iron rod, but being a hybrid; she had none of their weaknesses. Sweats was allover her body and her breath was unsettled as she was trying to endure the excruciating pain.

Kira whispers, her voice raw in my mind. I shake my head, eyes stinging. “I don’t know. I really don’t.” Logan steps away for a moment, then returns, this time holding a whip. I see him dip it into a vile-looking liquid and the smell hits me from up here. Its wolfsbane, no doubt. I watch in horror as he lashes Lucian across the back. Lucian arches, his muscles tightening in pain and a sharp groan escapes him, my heart splitting. I want to jump down and tear Logan apart right there in front of his hunters but I have to be smart.

But his attempt to convince me to do the right thing was futile. He realized the same thing after a few seconds as my expression never wavered. He bent down, picked up the flogger whip, then dipped it inside the liquid inside the bucket that was left at the front of the cell. He was still wearing the thick gloves as he removed the excess water and squeezed the length of the whip. “This is wolfs bane. It will burn your skin on contact, delivering an extra dose of pain with the whipping. It will also slow down your healing” he said stoically as he moved to stand behind me.

Ava’s POV I bit down hard on my lips drawing blood as the wolfsbane laced with silver whip came down on my bare back. I felt my skin rip open with a new wound as the whip came down on my back again and again, this time, leaving an injury worse than the previous one.

I screamed, my lavender eyes strobing so violently that the overhead lights shattered, raining glass onto my shoulders. "The virus is using the tubes, Gianna!" Vossen shouted back, his hands frantic on the manual overrides. "It’s traveling through the fluid-exchange! It’s trying to infect Julian before the synthesis is complete! If the black blood touches the white blood, they’ll both liquefy in seconds!" I looked at the glass partition. The centrifuge was spinning at a lethal velocity, the clear, golden serum from Julian’s blood beginning to mix with a creeping, oily shadow of black bile flowing back from Nevan’s side.

I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

she thought as sad tears piled up in her eyes, people around her whispered in hush voices, some looked at her with pity because of there's anything wolves are afraid of , it's wolfs bane and now adding it to a whip was ruthless. " I didn't do it, please don't do this" Penelope voice rang out as she was dragged into the disciplinary room " Have mercy please, I'm innocent, I didn't steal anything" she pleaded desperately as the first whip shut her up and she screamed in pain and in that agonizing slow motion, strokes fell one by one until her screams became low groans and whimpers. Her back was a gross sight as the whips tore her skin open and the wolf's bane laced on the whip made it impossib

Kane loved to find the weakest link and he was good at it. He pushed the thong of the whip under the man’s chin, forcing him to look up. Kane’s eyes were black as night as he stared the man down. “My whip is hungry for blood.” He crooned. He slid it down the man’s chest, slowly, almost as if caressing him with the fall. Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead. His lips trembled slightly. Kane drew back the whip. He stepped back and with a quick flick of his wrist he cracked the whip on the man’s chest, leaving an angry, red welt. The man uttered a high-pitched scream.

Only enough to let her taste the sharp ends of the nails. SNAP! The whip made contact with her back again. This time the nails was stuck on her back. He tried to recall the whip back, but he couldn’t. He shook the whip but couldn’t loosen the nails. He again tried to recall the whip, but he couldn’t withdraw it as easily as before. He wiggled the handle trying to loosen up the nails, but it wasn’t loosening up. Juniper was letting out painful moans. The nails have gone through deeply into her tissues. It was engraved into her tear up flesh. Her badly wounded back looks like a messy chopped up meat. “Humph!” he snorted loudly. He roughly pulled the whip and it unhinged from her skin. The nai

“Whatever happens or doesn’t happen, when it happens you will be able to take it, whatever it is. I’m not going to throw you down and scar you. I’m not an animal.” She looked back at the tray of canes. “What made your scars?” “A bull whip.” “W-which one is that?” Clint pointed to a large, single-tailed whip on the wall. “I want to change my list. Make that one the worst one, and then the canes underneath it.” He chuckled but scribbled in his book. “Noted.” “What kind of whip is this?” she asked, pointing to a smaller whip that had several strips of leather instead of one. Amazingly, talking about the