Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

He shook his head slightly then sighed, looking back at Dan, he pointed to Leticia's arm. "She has an open injury right there. You can draw blood from there without cutting any part of her skin elsewhere." "Actually..." Master Krane chipped in when a raised finger. "We can not take blood from her injured arm as it is infected already." Scott looked at the short chubby demon and narrowed his eyes at him, of course it was infected. He sighed and reached for the knife in Dan's hand to collect it. "Give it to me." "Why should I do that?" Dan raised his eye brows.

I asked sceptically, having heard whispers of Cassie’s stripper past. Vasilios grunted from across the room, nudging Fabio’s corpse with the toe of his shoe. “She’s not formally trained, but I guess she has picked up a thing or two over the years. Besides, we’re werewolves. As long as the wound doesn’t get infected, we’re good.” Sure enough, the “supplies” Cassie had been talking about hadn’t been medical supplies. Oh, no… the woman returned armed with a bottle of whiskey.

"Reject her." "No!" I raised my hand and let the whip hit the naked back of Aeon as Alexa’s screams filled the whole cell. Aeon’s body jolted from the impact, but he didn’t even scream. Instead, he was murmuring to the female crying in front of him, trying to console her, making my anger rise more. I raised my hand again and threw another whip at him, breaking his skin, and with wolfbane in his body, he wasn’t healing fast. Blood was oozing from his wounds, and with just two whips, it was already covering his back.

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