Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

Kyle and Tatiana watched as Arda walked out of the room leaving them alone to look at the test subject “do you think that it would work? And that we finally be out of this prison?” “I know it would work, Kyle. You of all people know that I go by the saying ‘no better way to end this than a bloodline, and in this case, what better candidates than his idiot brother, and assassin cousin?”

he grabbed and pulled out a knife made of Iron. Before I could react or do anything to help Aura, the bastard jumped on her and pierced the knife through her heart. The blood splashed like a fountain and it blinded our eyes. Watching the gory scene, it just broke my heart. I was scared to lose her now she is dead. This brutal vampire just killed her.. “I will avenge Aura’s death……” I roared, one last time.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

Our movements synced instinctively, like we’d fought together for years. He glanced at me, his golden eyes blazing. “You’re a red haired little devil, aren't you?” I nocked another arrow, aimed, and shot as I said. “Save the poetry for after we survive the night, Nightbane.” A Bloodfang warrior lunged at me then, his axe swinging for my chest. I ducked, the blade grazing my shoulder, and drove my dagger into his side. He crumpled, but another took his place, his claws raking toward my throat. Before I could react, Veyra appeared, her scarred face fierce as she tackled the warrior, her own blade flashing. She pinned him down and finishes him off with a swipe of her claws.

Figures emerged from the shadows—vampires bearing the sigil of Bloodline Syndicate, weapons humming with stolen tech and blood-augmented power. “This is it,” Odessa breathed. Maverick’s eyes burned crimson. “Stay behind me.” The fight was brutal and swift. Maverick moved like a storm unleashed, centuries of combat instinct colliding with modern lethality. Odessa fought beside him—not shielded, not passive—her movements precise, deadly, driven by a fury that had nothing to do with hate and everything to do with survival. When the last attacker fell, the tunnel was silent but for their breathing. Maverick staggered.

“Because I’m not ready for them to know yet.” “What other thing?” Luca asked sharply. Raven’s golden eyes locked with Ragnar’s for a heartbeat before she answered. “The scarred man’s scent… it wasn’t just council. It carried the mark of a Blood Oath.” Luca’s head snapped up. “Impossible. Those assassins were wiped out decades ago.” “Apparently not,” Raven said. “And if they’re back… then this is bigger than the council.” Her words hung there, heavier than stone. But she didn’t miss the way Ragnar’s hands curled into fists or the faint, haunted recognition in his eyes at the name Blood Oath.

"I didn't behead you to cover my tracks. I instead beheaded you so that your silver blood would spread like an invitation throughout the mortal world." The obsidian ax rose, catching the gleaming neon lights of a Metropolis that didn't care about the death of an ancient god on their roof. "I want them all to come. Because slaughtering you one by one is too much of a waste of time on my date with Chloe. If they come at once... Vanguard has enough missiles to burn your entire kind into fertilizer in my yard." ZRAASHH! The crushing black swing ended his sentence. The silver-haired head was completely separated from the neck. Silver blood spurted high before evaporating into glowing pieces of as

“Go down! Run and don’t stop!” She turned back. Dante had disarmed his attacker, the man’s own suppressor now pressed under his chin. “Who sent you?” Dante demanded, blood soaking through the sleeve of his coat. The man just stared, eyes wide with fear behind the mask. A red laser dot appeared on Dante’s chest, dancing from the window of the building across the alley. Sniper. “DOWN!” Elena screamed, tackling Dante sideways as the window pane where he’d been standing exploded inward in a shower of glass.

An Umbra child, nine years old, was dragged screaming by two mercenaries. Then— A knife slammed into one throat. A bullet tore through the other. Aria, masked in black, with a blood-slicked blade, stepped into the chaos. “Nobody takes another one of mine.” Behind her: six ex-Wraiths, armed to the teeth. Beside her: Roji, piloting a remote tank through fire and smoke. Above: Drones bearing a single flag. ☉ — The mark of resurrection. The sigil of vengeance. Bloodstorm had begun.

His life is only blood and war, and he fell in love with Sharmaine, a ruthless woman. Augustus was also wounded. In front of his chest was a large patch of blood. The two fought frantically. Augustus vomited up a multitude of colours. Mighty Neva's powers meet, and reason forces them to unite the power of Neva's heart. The power of Neva's heart can't be divided. Selina fell, and Zelda stepped on Selina's corpse. Zelda's hands are all blood. She actually killed, the first person Zelda killed was an artificial vampire super soldier. Selina is not weak, but Zelda is too strong. She has learned her strength.