Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

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.

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.

and has the scent of blood, a wolf's blood! "I do not have to tell you your majesty as to how or whom does this whip is used, we might not bear scars because our skin has it's ability to heal but the scent of our blood is everywhere in these lethal object that mister Snipes uses to punish us whenever there is someone from my family who made a mistake."

“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