Anime With Blood Weapons Novels & Stories

"That was for thinking you could disrespect me in my own establishment." "Please! Stop!" But I wasn't done. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table and smashed it against the edge, leaving me holding a jagged glass weapon. "Open your mouth," I commanded. "What?" "I said open your mouth, or I'll cut it open for you." Trembling, he complied. I shoved the broken bottle between his lips. "Drink your own blood," I ordered. "Taste what happens when you cross me." The man sobbed as he was forced to swallow his own blood, tears and crimson streaming down his face.

Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. She had stopped placing weight in hope a long time ago. Life had taught her in the cruelest terms that hope was a foreign currency she couldn’t afford. But shadows were faithful guests. They came every night without knocking. Her father, chest open. Her mother, eyes frozen mid-cry. Alessandro, who never came back. And always—the boy from the wardrobe. The one who chose to lie. The laptop’s glow carved hard angles into her face. On the screen: a map of monsters she’d memorized by heart. A network inked in vengeance.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

I could feel the resistance, the raw power of the bear's mind pushing back against mine, but I held on, steadily gaining control. Once the bear was under my influence, I turned my attention to my blood manipulation ability. I extended my hand toward the other bear as drops of my blood levitated in the air, forming into sharp, pointed shapes at my command. The blood gleamed in the light as I solidified its form, transforming it into deadly weapons. As I directed the blood projectiles toward the second bear, the creatures roared and charged. Swiftly, I commanded the controlled bear to intercept the other one, buying me precious moments to focus on my next move.

One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the slaughtered beasts scattered on the ground. “What the hell just happened?” Arth shook his head as he stared at the form of the long scythe Janshai was holding. The weapon was mostly black, with glowing red lines and writings marked on the curved blade, making it look more evil and demonic. Janshai just ignored Arth as he wiped the blood on the blade of his scythe. “How did you do that?!” Arth kept on asking. “When you called for your weapon earlier, it just blew me away! It’s like Alice’s staff that appears out of nowhere!”

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.