Blood Battle Blockade Manga Novels & Stories

the foundation’s assets through a series of offshore counters. Toby was in a sling, his arm set by a local doctor who didn’t ask questions. He sat on the deck, his eyes fixed on the water, his rifle across his lap. He was no longer just the protector. He was a man who knew that the war wasn’t over. It had just changed its frequency. I sat at my drafting table, the silver music box sitting in the centre. I didn’t wind it. I didn’t look at the tooth. I picked up a piece of charcoal and a fresh sheet of vellum. I didn’t draw a house. I drew a network.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

I spoke with a soft sigh; I shot my eyes tight. I felt a warm and moist feeling in my nose. With my index finger, I wiped my nose with my palms. The blood I saw this time was not the usual one, it was usually a few drops. I thought it was just the minor stress that I usually put myself through that caused it. I looked at my hand gloves, it was covered in thick red blood. they formed thick blood clots. I gasped, doing my best to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly.

Who does something like that? I glanced back to Acelin to see his eyes rolling back into his head, a sigh of pleasure escaping his mouth. When he opened them they were dark, midnight black again. I stepped backwards knowing this probably was not a good sign. His body tensed up, fists clenched. I could see the veins protruding from his forearms and neck. He was fighting something. “Your blood.” His voice was deeper now. Oh, shit. Definitely not good. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

His eyes were only looking at the files in front of him as he slowly sat on his chair and flipped through the pages of the files. Finally, as he stared at the old photograph of the man who washed up on the shore, Michael released a jagged breath and his blood ran cold. The photo of a tortured man and the memory he had long since attempted to erase and forget came into view, he felt his heart begin to sink. On the left hip of his brother's decaying body, which was lying on a table inside of a morgue, was a tiny tattoo of a red dragon that he used to like. He felt like his memories came crashing in his mind as he realized that His brother has a tattoo similar to the Mondragon empire's crest o

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

Jonah’s still at the table, drawing now instead of eating, his pencil moving in quick strokes across the page. I sit there with him for a few more minutes, neither of us saying anything, just existing in the same space while Mara’s music pounds through the walls from her room. Then he turns it around so I can see. I go still. It’s a drawing of a car. Not just any car. Two cars, actually, twisted together in the middle of the page like they’ve collided, metal crumpled and glass scattered everywhere. The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through.

“Motherfucker! Who the fuck do you think you are! Sucking your cock? I’ll show you who’s cock to suck!” Hunter had pushed him backwards and the momentum together with the voltage coursing through his veins was enough to take him down to the floor. Lev had held up his hand as the other three men moved towards her. She was sitting astride the big man now, punching his face in as he tried to block his nose. Lev picked her up in one fluid motion and held her against him as he laughed. “Leave us and get Nikita some medical help.” Two men helped Nikita to his feet as blood gushed from his broken nose and Hunter heaved with rage. Lev had let go of her and the other man who had remained standing by

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.