Anime Blood-c Novels & Stories

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

Chapter Seven: The Girl in My House Ivy had never seen a house this big. She stood just inside the Sterling mansion, her small bag hanging from her shoulder as her eyes wandered across the enormous living room. Everything looked expensive—the polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the furniture was plush and elegant, and massive paintings adorned the walls in ornate gold frames. She felt small and out of place, like a visitor in a world that didn't belong to her.

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

the attacker growled at Aeneas just as he received a hit in the guts. "Back off from what you said you wanted to do… and I will stop…" Aeneas repeated just before he sent another hit to the man's throat. The man bent over and coughed; for vampires, a hit in the throat seemed to have the same result as a hit in the groin would do to a human. He started coughing blood and then he grunted. He tilted his head slightly to meet Aeneas' eyes and growled. "Tis not what I want… tis what I will do… and you won't stop me from meeting my Anima Alterum…" His eyes glowing with a deep blue essence.

"Let's go!" Annie yelled as we pushed other vamps aside at vamp speed, heading toward the back door with Boy Blue and Big Bird. Suddenly, a vamp lunged at Annie with a heavy wooden board, swinging it at her, but she blocked it, shattering it to pieces with a Jujitsu move. Then, Annie kicked him with both feet square in the chest, sending him flying across the bar. Annie landed gracefully on her feet, poised and ready for more. Then, she took out another vamp, literally picking him up and throwing him into three other vamps as I used Boy Blue to push through the back door.

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that, her gaze was fixed on the scared bat in her hand. She picked up the knife, brought the bat closer to the jug and at once, she cut the head of the bat, its blood spilled into the jug and the green light which emanated from it became brighter, the blood of the bat on the knife dripped down on her hand. Suna glanced at her hand and cut her wrist with the knife, the blood of the bat on it mixed with hers. In deep agony, Suna screamed, the ground beneath her began to tremble violently but she stood firm to the ground. Here eyes were wide o

"Please?" Zain cut his pinkie finger and let the blood drop into the bottle. "How much blood do you need?" "That's enough!" Megan said, collecting the bottle from him. She shook the bottle. "I'm expecting to see magic," Zain chuckled, in the real sense expecting total failure. Megan murmured some enchantments, then opened Josie's mouth and emptied the bottle into his mouth. They both looked at Josie closely. Zain wasn't expecting a reaction, but Megan was. After a few minutes nothing happened.