Blood Battle Blockade Manga Novels & Stories

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

His veins bulge under his skin as he fights it, but the bond's power squeezes tighter around him, forcing him to obedience. I can't breathe. My body convulses, every nerve on fire with torment. My vision blurs at the edges, dark spots creeping in. Still, I crawl. The platform is sticky with blood. It's disgusting and appalling, like some sort of crime scene. But my focus is on my man. Blaze is no longer thrashing around. It only means one thing. Rhydar is fading. He's bled too much. My claws dig into the ground as I drag myself towards him. He's lying motionless, his skin pale, blood pooling beneath him.

I explained telling Akira what I had seen. “Your leg is hurt, right? The smell of blood was so good since earlier! ” said Akira, looking at me, and slowly his eyes turned red. I think he can't hold his thirst anymore. Not thinking anymore I immediately gave my hand to him. Akira looked at me, his eyes reddened and glared at me. I smiled sweetly at him. Akira started trying to bite my hand. But unexpectedly by me, Aresha came quickly to block Akira who wanted to suck my blood, she blocked him with a bottle of drink.

Jlebb His ax this time hit Mitha's ribs, where the girl's heart was. Blood soaked Mizuki's black robe, for a moment the girl was silent while looking at Mitha who was moving with moans and breaths that remained. The girl's chest had stopped rising and falling, and Mizuki immediately took it to heart. He also paints a symbol as he usually does. Mitha looked at Mizuki leaving, the girl even left her covered in blood. The longer, Mitha's breath is getting no longer felt. And until, he felt dark. There's nothing more to see.

Buzz Under everyone's stunned gazes, a majestic and divine river-like bladed energy actually ruthlessly shot out with the scattering of the other party's enormous sword. At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to be silent. However, just as everyone was stunned, scarlet light slowly spread out from Zephyr Khan's body... The splendor, which was as scarlet as blood, transformed into an endless blood pillar... "What's that?" Seeing this boundless blood-colored divine pillar, many people could not help but cry out in shock...

No! The shot echoed in the clearing. Dante fell. Chaos Elena screamed. Antonio lunged at Alessandro, knocking him down. Marco and Luca ran toward Dante. Enzo grabbed De Luca, who was trying to escape. Andrea covered the others, gun in hand. "Dante!" Elena was at his side, her hands pressing on the wound. "Dante, look at me!" He opened his eyes. Blood was flowing from his shoulder; it wasn't fatal, but there was a lot.

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

"The silk is dried into the tissue. If you tear it off, you'll open the arterial tear Vance warned me about." Jarrah’s eyes snapped open. They were a dark, stormy grey, laced with red capillaries from sheer exhaustion and blood loss. He looked at me, really looked at me, his gaze dropping to my hands holding the silver forceps and scissors. "You're very bold tonight, Malia," he murmured. The lack of volume in his voice was far more dangerous than if he had shouted. "I’m tired," I replied, leaning in. "And you’re bleeding in my sanctuary."

Astastia Lafray was born the proud daughter of the alpha and luna of the Blood Moon pack. She was destined to become a leader that her pack could depend on, and a successor that her parents would be proud of. However, all that changed in the span of a night when her pack and family were attacked, and she was sent to an island for slaves to wait for the day she turned twenty-one and could be sold off as a breeder. Because of a powerful magical seal being etched into her skin, she was unable to shift, unable to fight back, unable to do anything other than stay alive and wait until the day that she would be taken back to the mainlands and put up for auction. But fate had a different plan, and t

“But I always knew you smelled like shit.” “I’ll turn you to shit,” he snarled and beckoned his men. Then the fight began. Dozens of his men poured from every dark corner, wolves in varying stages of madness. Muzan was at my side the whole time, spinning and snapping and tearing through fur and flesh. My claws split rib cages. My fangs sunk into jugulars. Still, they kept coming. But rage made us faster. Fear made us brutal. When the last body dropped, twitching, and broken, Tony lay in a heap of fur and blood, unmoving. Muzan stood beside me, panting so hard I thought he might collapse.