Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

He had even prepared a speech for himself. Unfortunately, when the sword struck the ground, it opened up the spatiotemporal path to the mortal realm. Graham's plan to show off was interrupted. This was awkward. "What do you mean by this, Elder Graham?" Marcus pulled out his Bloody Blade. It was the sect treasure of the Blood Blade Sect. It could release maximum power when used alongside the Bloody Blade Technique. Marcus was a stage-five major martial god, but when he used his blade with the Bloody Blade Technique, he could launch an attack as powerful as a stage-eight major martial god.

The gods' shadows were struck by the flames and turned to ash. "You're going to fail!" the deity warned. "I own him! His spirit is a part of the emptiness! I yelled, raising both hands, "No." "He is his property!" The god attempted to crush me as he descended like a falling moon. I sprang to my feet and pulled out the knife the Harbinger had handed me. I dashed forward, cutting through the closest shadow with the brightly glowing knife. The god let forth a cry. "What is your blade?" it exclaimed.

Carson said, Blade stared at him for a while, he shook his head quickly, the dark side of him was trying to take over and when that happens, there would be tons of victims which would get killed by him. "Find my mate and bring her home." Blade said, Holding himself from not walking towards his second in command and sucking his blood out. He sighed, he needed to take some blood, a real blood this time, it had been quite long since he last tasted a real blood. 'Get me a real bloods' He mind linked his Butler. Slowly he walked towards his chair, sitting down on it like a gentle man he was. His face expressionless, his mind filled with different thoughts.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

The first stab went into Haverley’s shoulder as Hudson felt his release spurting from him. “This is for every fucking time you tried to fuck with us,” Hudson yelled as he came and stabbed Haverley over and over again. “Holy shit,” Cooper muttered and Hudson pulled his cock out of Haverley’s mouth. His head slumped forward and his lifeless eyes stared at the floor.

Blakely Azrael’s a God. He couldn’t die from a Wendigo, right? Right? I held onto that thought as I plunged deeper into the forest, down the weathered path until I exploded into the clearing once more. Silver blood coated the ground, forming a trail to where Azrael stood. One arm was slung over his stomach where it continued to flow freely, while the other wielded a blade. Dark liquid oozed from several gashes on the Wendigo’s body, but it didn’t seem to feel them. Giving myself no time to think, I raised the dagger above my head and charged at the creature.

As the Orcs began to lower in numbers, Chaos decided to shape the blood they left, converting it into blood blades and crystalizing them with his mere will and his overflowing quantities of mana, slashing through the last Orcs ruthlessly! The blood blades moved rather clumsily as Chaos still needed to practice Bloodwork a bit more, but it seemed that he was doing a great job for his first day after being "born". "This is… hopeless… Demon…! A Demon God has been born in this world!" cried one of the Orcs that managed to escape, as he saw all of his companions die horribly. But… would Chaos really let it escape? Chaos quickly noticed a few ants running away, as he pointed his Blood Blades again

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

After returning to his allotted guest house, Blade settles his mate on his bed and then at the guidance of his Cheetah, Luther, he returns to the dungeons. He stops in front of another cell and observes the six werewolf rogues within. He smirks as he says, “Who wants to get out of here?” One rogue goes to step forward but is pulled back by another as he growls, “What’s the catch?” “Just a small donation of your blood.” The rogue that spoke steps closer a smirk tugging at his thin lips,

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.