Anime Blood-c Novels & Stories

)* **New Passive: Hemomancy Vitality** - All blood (ally/enemy) within 50m amplifies healing output by 300%. - User immune to blood-loss effects; converts bleed damage to MP regen (+10,000/sec). **New Active 1: Blood Rain (Lv. MAX)** - **Cost:** 50,000 MP - **Cooldown:** 5 min - **Effect:** Summon corrosive blood rain over 1km AoE (DoT: 5,000 HP/sec for 30 sec; Ignores 90% armor/resists). Allies healed for 50% of enemy damage dealt.

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

We went to a local cafeteria in the center of the compound where he took me into the kitchen and poured me a glass of blood. “Anne has been craving a lot of blood since she’d gotten pregnant. I assume it’s because she’s a hybrid.” He told me. I drank down the glass down. It was kind of flavorless in comparison to the taste of Zee’s blood, but it would work for now. I had hoped that Jaxon would’ve offered me his neck, but he didn’t.

For a moment, Jin felt one of his hands blindly, weakly pawing all over on his side, on the floor that was becoming stained quickly with blood… his blood. “Now, it would never have one of our own,” he heard Sir Hans Bathory saying above him, his voice shaking with what seemed to be remorse and trepidation at once, “That demon would never ever have you, who bear the blood of Sans…” Jin can vaguely feel a familiar, cold darkness creeping and licking at the frayed edges of his vision now even as he watches the pool of his own blood spreading over the floor, coloring his already blurring sight with the glaring sickly red that was his blood but no Princess Aria can save him from his death now, th

The purple blood oozed out of the cut wound. “What… what are you doing?” Amino was startled but he was more amazed at the color of the blood instead of feeling bad about the cut. “Why… Why is the color a little different?” “Surprise… I guess?”

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Haimon could not attack a blood, and our unborn baby was a blood. "Don't kill us, Adam," I said as gently as I could manage. I sent all my power in that last blast, so I was weak. This was the best I could do. He sniffed the air several times and moved close to my neck, where his mark was. He took in my scent, still growling, and then he bit down on the mark. It was painful at first, but then pleasure washed through me, and I moaned. He pulled me close tightly, pulled on my blood and magic a little, and then released me. I looked at him, and his eyes were normal again. He had tasted my blood and pulled on my magic a little to quiet down his hunger. Adam had tears in his eyes.

Ana giggled. "Are you seriously fangirling over my tormentor?" I barked. Ana couldn't take things seriously no matter how hard she tried. "You still didn't tell me how to summon her at my will." "You'd have to use your...um...bodily fluids," she hesitated, then giggled. Ambrose wrinkled his nose. "That's gross." "You mean blood, right? What's so gross about that?" I gave him a puzzled look. We were werewolves. We are more used to blood than water!

This of course will make him look weak because compassion gives the victim a chance to live. *** The next morning, Al had stepped into the room where the woman was. The door opened slowly. This woman's body was seen lying stiff, the bite wound on her neck had disappeared. Al then smoothed her appearance back to how it was, just like when he found it. Then took her to where he found her in the middle of the forest and put her stiff body there. "Hope you can sleep peacefully," said Al with a wrinkled face. Seeing this woman's rigid body made him feel sympathy. Not without reason, because in his body is still flowing human blood. Al is indeed a vampire, but to be more precise a hybrid vampire.

Even making her lungs work is hard now. There is a numbed sting, and Alessia watches as many liquid crawls its way out of her veins, slow and sluggish, as if fighting to stay in. Her veins are an angry purple, turning darker with every moment and Alessia wonders if she looks like the animated corpses so often found in Damon culture.