Wow Blood Of Innocents Novels & Stories

Hope not! She found that dad had been avoiding her .He couldn’t look up at her.What action was he going to take?She had no means to contact her partner in crime.Was that a crime?NO,she had heard dad hint many times that it was natural for humans to seek their mates once they acquired biological eligibility for the same.Well so it was neither required nor sane for any adult human to control their passions.Men were born savage like any other animals they had similar instincts with the only difference that they could put on pretence.What was the need of all this struggle?Her interior was all storming up with the after effect of her first intercourse with ……well she felt shy to pronounce his na

No! The shot echoed in the clearing. Dante fell. Chaos Elena screamed. Antonio lunged at Alessandro, knocking him down. Marco and Luca ran toward Dante. Enzo grabbed De Luca, who was trying to escape. Andrea covered the others, gun in hand. "Dante!" Elena was at his side, her hands pressing on the wound. "Dante, look at me!" He opened his eyes. Blood was flowing from his shoulder; it wasn't fatal, but there was a lot.

"You took your revenge, I should do the same, right? forgive me my love" Kristy is stunned... Felix said and shot Kristy to death, before she said anything. He then shot himself dead and fell beside Kristy's dead body, crying. THE END

Robby called out to me as she walked up beside me and passed me a pair of basketball shorts. Forgetting that I was still naked, I gave her a thank-you nod and slipped on the shorts. Slightly more embarrassed than I hoped she had noticed, I quickly turned my attention back to the child lying dead in front of my packhouse territory. "She had been completely stripped of all her organs and drained of all her blood. Then sewn back up to look like nothing had happened. The only monster that could have done something this awful is an old bloodsucker." Dr. Robby pointed at a barely noticeable incision on the girl's upper torso.

It was only fuel to the already burning fire within. Without a word, my hand flung out and my fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, my eyes flashing pitch black...just like the night sky. "No, everything is not okay," I told him, my voice gravely from the wolf within, "First of all," I started as I backed him against a tree trunk, "Where's the money from last week? Hmmm? Don't tell me you don't have the money or the dope." His eyes widened as he realized this night was going to end badly for him. He knows he'll be lucky if he makes it out alive. I loosened my grip slightly, giving him just barely enough space to speak.

A sin that couldn’t be stoned I stared deep down his face His gaze was fixated on me I threw the first stone My heart filled with sorrows Covered with the strength of tomorrow I looked away from his preying eyes I couldn’t stand the eyes of the stranger The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood o

Her blood should have been on the platform, in the channels, in the broken crystal across the black stone. Instead, the last traces of it were sinking into the carved runes as though the floor itself were drinking. A chill moved through her “What did you do?” one of the instructors demanded. Virelle looked up sharply. “I didn’t do anything.” The instructor, a vampire woman with iron-dark hair, took one step forward. “You destabilised a sealed blood-classification relic.” “I stood where I was told and bled where you cut me.” “That is enough,” Edric Solvane said.

The road is now covered with warm blood. The poison in Sajal's body started working and very soon she just falls on the ground. She is just seeing everything blurred and isn't understanding what's happening around her. She just closed her eyes having a satisfied expression on her face.

Rena immediately clinged behind him and sliced off his neck. Surprised, the Badblood cried in pain and dropped his weapon, making a loud clang on the floor. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Rena. Blood was pouring out from his wound. His four hands were on his neck, trying to stop the blood but it still continued to flow out like a river. He took a few steps towards Rena and fell to his knees. He made a choking sound before falling to the floor and bathed his self with his own filthy blood. Serra felt the life force of the Badblood slowly fading like a fire in a burnt candle.

I can make out the silhouette of Hawke’s strong back in the ruins of what was once a tool shed. Father glances at me with concern. He senses I’m precariously close to losing my shit. If Bale broke their little necks, there wouldn’t be the cloying scent of blood out here. Father places a steadying hand on my shoulder, but he looks at his nephew when he speaks. “Did you find the girls?” Wolfe shakes his head, “No. But we found human blood. And it didn’t come from the parents.”