All Blood Demon Arts Novels & Stories

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding. Binx shadows around the demon, knocking it to the ground. Lucas jumps on top and drives the dagger deep into its chest. The demon, still able to use its powers, telekinetically throws Lucas and pulls the dagger from its chest. He raises it up to bring it down on Binx.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak.

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

The True Energy affected Thea, who felt her blood being sucked away. “Damn it!” Thea cursed and swung her sword. She used the Demonic Sword Art that was imbued with Murderous Energy. A single slash contained immense power.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

I say softly, tears already stinging behind my ears but I push it back. “Very well then. In this table, it is blood for blood, whether on purpose or not, so my Verdict” he takes a deep breath in, “Two weeks probation off from the table, meaning no resources whatsoever from here and you are off the protection of this table and as for your blood repayment,” he brings out a small box, “stand” Shakily I stand, Justin holds my arm, stopping me in my tracks, “what the…” “I would not allow you to do something as stupid as this” he whispers.

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

What kind of game was Claudis playing? “Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you about that. It seems our sweet Araya here has special blood. Although we have not tested it yet, Acelin himself has tasted it confirming to my satisfaction enough.” Onyx’s eyes jerked back to me looking me up and down. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her eyes squinted and her face read confusion, but she didn’t speak. Claudis continued on. “You see, Araya, only a certain special type of people possesses this blood that is so sweet and craved by many, because it is forbidden. It is forbidden to drink the blood of this particular group of people.”