Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

Sethlzaar made it to his destination, his only obstacles being wandering attacks and a few annoying corpses that stumbled onto his way. The sight he beheld almost consumed his attention. If he were not in the midst of blood and death, he would’ve lost all of his focus to the fight ensuing before him. Reverend Bratvi fought alongside two other Most Reverends and the High blade, holding off a one armed man who fought them off with a sword. There was no debating the man’s identity. The way the High blade and the Reverends moved almost had Sethlzaar convinced they’d been fighting as a team for years. Each time one man attacked another was there to defend, switching positions as was necessary and

Blade turns back to Arthur and asks, “Can we go inside?” Arthur’s eyes are now focused on me and he comments, “You’ve been drinking blood.” I flick my tongue out, wetting my dry lips, and I respond, “I have.” “Be careful. Too much will take away the human side.” He turns and opens the door as he walks into the house. Blade follows right behind him as he asks, “What does that mean?” I walk in behind Blade and close the door. Arthur takes a seat in the small living room where he has a wine glass that is half filled with blood. His eyes move between the two of us and he asks, “How much do I owe, Blade?”

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power." Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

LIGHT-LEVIN GOD SLASH! *Then taso cuts the right arm of faceless and faceless was angry* You dare cut my arm, why you! ANTI-GOD FACELESS BLACKMORE! Shit! I can't stop that, even with all the techniques combined! I don't have a choice, I'll use my trump card for now, HA! ELEMENTAL GOD FRAGMENT ACTIVATE LET ME USE YOU PITON! *Then all kinds of elements appeared at taso floating beside him for example fire, water, dirt, light, dark and more*

I groan as pain explodes in my temple and hot liquid cascades down my face. The fvcker. “Blood—yum.” He grins, and he’s definitely not faking it. The sick fvck does enjoy the sight of blood more than anything. “Let’s start with those pretty nails, eh?” He steps behind me and takes my hand in his. I tense, holding my breath. If he hurts my sniper arm, I’m going to bloody murder him. “Oh wait.” He motions at one of the guards. “Pass me a knife, would ya? I want to cut his skin at the same time.”

I turned my back on him and stalked away, further into the gardens of the rundown mansion of where we had found the nest. “Harper,” he called after me, but I didn’t stop. I worked hard these last six months, taking down this scum. I was still figuring out what being a warrior of the Divine Order meant. I knew I looked like I took to it easily, but I still had questions. My knowledge amounted to that I could fight faster and better and when I touched my angel blade, it glowed and neutralised those with demon blood, turning their own blood against them. I didn’t have an angel sitting on my shoulder. It didn’t work that way for us. We were the angel not separate from it.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

“During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But I wasn’t. Kojin was a god. His blood *was* ichor.” She lowered her gaze—locked on me. “I studied at Storm Academy in Utah. And before that—in Shambhala. Ancient texts. Vampire physiology, divine anatomy, the old wars. Every single one said the same thing: the blood of gods is golden ichor. Not red. Not silver. Gold. Pure. Eternal.” She narrowed her eyes—sharp, searching. “Nico… have you ever met your biological parents?” The question landed like a stone in still water. I felt Elara’s hand tight