Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

“Did I say they go to heaven? We are getting off-track here. Focus.” I refill my glass and down it as quickly as Kahn emptied his. I stare at my glass, twirling it until it catches the light and casts rainbows in my eyes. Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps I am drunk. At least a little. That's nice. “Thrax follows the blood god, do you understand, Johnathan? Even before all this began, Thrax and the blood god communicated. I mean, the madman will follow his god to the seventh circle of hell if that's what the god demanded of him.”

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

“The Blessing in my blood... it repels silver. The dagger channels it. Let me try.” ​Atlas rumbles in deep, reverent approval. I nod, stepping back to give her space. “Do it.” ​Liora closes her eyes. She presses the flat of the silver blade gently against the inflamed, blackened edges of Mara’s wound. ​The reaction is instantaneous. The dagger’s ruby flares blindingly bright. Liora gasps, her free hand gripping the edge of the cot as the Silver Blessing surges from her veins, travelling down her arm and into the blade. A pure, brilliant silver light erupts from the metal, sinking into Mara’s flesh.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

As the purple-robed hag finished, she disappeared instantly as she leaped at Caleb, her terrible aura erupting! Her palm was about to reach Caleb's head, ready to blow him up! Caleb narrowed his eyes—he couldn't beat the purple-robed hag, but he wouldn't be cowed! Boom! "Blood God Order, First Style—Blood Demon Flash!" His sentence erupted, surrounding him with a black glow. However, the purple-robed hag's palm had already reached him, and he raised the Dharmic Cutter to parry it.