Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

The Reincarnation Whip contracted and dragged back the Immortal Master of the Lycan race. Chu Xun shook his wrist slightly and loosened the Reincarnation Whip. Before the Immortal Master of the Lycan race could react, he raised the Reincarnation Whip slightly and lashed it down fiercely. Slap! Boom! The dazzling blood mist rolled in the air. Everyone was terrified, their faces deathly pale. The Immortal Master of the Lycan race had been smashed into pieces by a whip. Slap! The Reincarnation Whip swept out, wrapped around the fleeing divine soul, and pulled it back.

When he was sure that nothing was out of place, he advanced to one of the cages. After he had returned from Alijah's home with the cotton stained with the black blood of the injured man, he had brought the cotton over and extracted the blood into a secured tube. Of course, since he was suspicious of the injured man, he had injected some of the blood into one of the experiment puppies. If the man was a vampire as he suspected, Evan was sure that the puppy would portray some of the traits of vampires. "Hello there, little puppy." He greeted the little animal.

The whip went deeper this time and my blood feels hot as it flows down my back. ‘Four’ I no longer hear the crack of the whip. My head is filled with the howls of my wolf as he begs for the pain to stop. I feel my flesh rip as its cleaved from my back. A stream of crimson blood flows between my feet in a river of death. The long harsh implement slices into me again just a moment later and I scream loudly again in my head, not a single sound escapes my dry lips. I bite down so hard on the stick that it breaks in half in my mouth and splinters stab into my gums. I don’t register that pain as a new line is left permanently across my back. I’ve lost count of how many times the whip has met its m

Her blood was mixing with the water as he watched the color change. Once Brandon could see more of her body, he knew she was seriously injured. There were multiple large wounds and whip marks on her body. The skin that was ripped from the whips had small pieces of silver stuck on the flesh. He raised his now wet hand and slowly touched the blood that continued to fall as he stared in horror at the sight.

I want them to die from fear before I even touch them The journalist keeps trying to beg me and it even infuriates me the more because he keeps interrupting with my jolly thoughts. So with the feet of anger I let the whip kisses flesh furiously- talk about an ‘I love you’ from my whip to his pale back I love this whip in particular because it has spikes. When you hit somebody with force and tactically draw the whip along the person's body, the spikes would travel roughly around the area you have whipped and it would form a beautiful pattern of spraying blood. If I was the alpha of this pack, I would make this a big sport event and the pack member with best sprayed blood would win. This is ar

The second I was done with her once perfectly manicured nails, I moved on to her toes as well. Esther sat limp against the wall, chained. After having her nails and toe nails removed, I ordered her to be severely whipped. I made sure the whips were covered with wolvesbane. It would have felt like acid to any ordinary vampire. The skin on her back were torn open each time the whip connected with her skin. The back of her legs and arms were badly wounded with deep slashes as well. Wolvesbane on it's own, has no effect on Pure Blood vampires. Only her sharp screams and the writhing of her body gave me a clue as to how it must have felt on her.

we didn’t get far and we got fucked up for that and the men had to be transferred to the medical clinic because although wolves could heal but our blood cause them not to be able to heal. So now the men were walking around with our handprint on their face. The only regret I have is that I didn’t have my bird finger in position when I hit him. Smiling “That means that the other eleven are on the outside of the camp. And that isn’t counting the working like the chefs nurses and the alpha himself.” OK “how many vials of our blood do they have so now and what were you able to find out from nurse dick head?” “As of now they have thirty-six vials and all I could get is that he plans to use us a

Who walked in was none other than another pack guard of the Blood Moon pack that I dislike. He is even more devilish than the other one to me. He carried with him a whip but this whip is quite different from others. The whip is made of strong clothing with thousands of tiny needles on it. The needles on the whip were so many that one wouldn't find a space to place his finger if he were to hold onto it except if held it from the head. As he walked closer and closer to me, the needles of the whip made contact and left trails as the whip glided through the floor. I kept my head bowed low as I watched him approach me.

I said emotionlessly, "One must face the consequences of their actions and accept the punishment." As soon as I finished speaking, I lashed out with the whip, striking Hailey directly. Werewolves possessed formidable healing abilities. The whips used by the Dawn Pack were soaked in wolfsbane. A hit from such a whip would slow down the healing process of the wounds. Moreover, the whip was specially made to cause intense pain with minimal force. I cracked the whip, and Hailey cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts! Waaah, it hurts so much!"

“But that's not what makes it painful.” “So what does then? Because what you just told me sounds like it's going to tear my skin off my bones.” I finally plopped down on my bed. “The whip comprises of pure silver, and it is kept in a case filled with water soaked in wolfsbane, also known as aconite, which is poisonous to us werewolves.” “This is madness!” I yelped. “What am I going to do, Taurus?”