Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

I reached for the Ancient Mercy. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Shroud-Lord. I Struck the Sarcophagus. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the petrified light of the goddess’s grave. I didn't try to save myself; I Poured my Entirety into the Void. "I AM THE BLOOD FOR THE BROKEN GODDESS!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Optimized Re-Animation.

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

I whispered, my voice dropping into that resonant, terrifying register. I stepped up to the basin and reached for the silver ceremonial blade resting on the ledge. I didn't hesitate. I drew the edge across my palm, the silver-violet blood welling up instantly. Silas did the same, his dark, thick Alpha blood dripping into the moon-liquid. The moment our blood hit the basin, the temple didn't just vibrate—it shrieked. A pillar of blinding white light shot upward, piercing through the roof of the temple and into the Himalayan sky.

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

X said it slowly as he got on top of Hezi. “Do you believe in any god?” Hezi laughed, as he spit blood on X. “No, I do not believe in any of the gods only money.” “Good it will spare me the trouble.” X had replied smoothly. Slowly he placed the blade over Hezi’s heart and pushed down. It pierced his chest, the further it went in the slower it became. Hezi cried out in pain. Cries of pain transition to gurgling sounds, as Hezi’s blood started leaking from him mouth. It was over, the tip of the blade has forced its was through the heart and slowly retreated.

He says, and stands in front of us. Gaza holds out a blade. “Hold out your hands.” Lysandra and I extend our palms. My wolf claws at my mind, he disagrees. But I push him away. This is the only way. There is no other choice. His silver eyes access us, looking for confirmation that we know what this is, and that we are sure of it. When he finds what he’s looking for, he presses the blade into our palms. Lysandra winces. But I don’t feel it. Nothing can hurt me again. The snapping of the mate bond was enough pain to last a lifetime.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

ALPHA AUGUST POV Where were all these neonates coming from? I should have had more warriors with us. More were on their way, but they weren't going to get here fast enough. Bishop was trying to decapitate one of the bloodsuckers just as Athena jumped off Liam's back onto one of their shoulders, removing its senses so Liam could rip its head off. "Mine," Bishop growled, jealousy seeping out of all orifices ready to take Liam's head off.

There was an undercurrent of power that thrummed through them. “Make sure that nobody but you or Kalen touches these because they are Godly weapons that can only be wielded by a God or Demigod in your case. Your mark on Kalen’s neck provides her protection, such as with these blades. You need to make certain that your blood is on the blade before it is used against Draxthi. A bridge will form with each cut you make on his body. You will push your aura towards him, which will take your magic, mixed with your blood, and will make him vulnerable. Then the deathblow needs to be made by you both because your power combined will be exactly what you need,” Mom explained to us. That was good to know