Blood Battle Blockade Manga Novels & Stories

“What I’m fighting for…what we’re all fighting for…is for the future!” A gunshot rang out. There was silence for several moments as Yuri stared, breathing heavily, her left arm falling by her side, and Odium clattered to the ground by her foot. Yuri watched as Ryuou Kitagawa stared blankly in front of him, looking at nothing in particular. His sword then slipped out of his hand, and clattered to the ground. And even as Yuri watched, a trickle of blood flowed from the gunshot wound in the middle of his forehead, before he collapsed to the ground, blood slowly pooling around his head.

( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

She instantly closed her eye. With her right hand, she tried to clean the blood. A soldier tried to use the advantage. With his long sword, he rushed in. Mariko swiftly moved back, slipping on the blood. She fell. The soldier was above her with his sword held high. He stopped, tried to scream. There was no use. Inch by inch, the bloody tip of a sword appeared from his mouth. He fell to the ground. Mariko looked up. Inosuke stood above her, covered in blood from head to toe.

He winks at me, then grins at Drake. “Move a muscle and I’ll blow her pretty little head off.” “Nooo!” Baylee screams. Caden grabs her, growling. “Don’t touch her. Don’t touch anyone. We’ll go with you.” Layla lunges forward, enraged. “NO!” A shot rings out. One of our warriors collapses—shot in the head. Drake yanks me back as I gasp, a piece of my soul tearing free. My vision blurs with tears. Drake’s arms lock around me, his pain just as raw, but controlled. He holds it back—for me.

he said, blood spilling from his mouth. I shifted him closer to the pavement and positioned his open mouth over it. His head was at an odd angle as I stepped up to him. I brought my foot down on the back of his head, near his neck and listened to the sickening crunch as his neck, jaw and teeth broke against the hard stone. “Fuck me,” Hudson said, both his and Wilder’s hands going to their groins. I stepped back, wiping at the blood on my face. “He sold Kaelis.”

(ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW) "She’s in hypovolemic shock, Nomo! The bandages aren't holding because the blood is too high-energy—it’s literally burning through the gauze!" Zilo shouted, his voice rising to a frantic pitch. He pressed his palms against the wounds on Sofia’s arms, feeling the terrifying, thrumming heat of her sapphire blood. It wasn't like human blood; it felt alive, vibrating with a frequency that made his own bones ache.

The tether between us pulls taut, humming with a frequency that seems to calm the air. "I’m here," I say. I hold out my hand, palm up, showing him the knife I still clutch—not as a threat, but as proof that I had fought. That I had chosen to fight. "You came. That’s all that matters." He blinks. The gold dims, flickering like a candle flame in wind. Slowly, painfully, the claws retract. The shoulders settle. The beast recedes, leaving a man standing in its place—naked from the waist up, his skin laced with fresh cuts from the glass, his chest heaving.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

*Canaan* The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking. A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.