Blood Battle Blockade Manga Novels & Stories

She was surrounded by two hefty soldiers, I knew I had to act fast. One of the soldiers stepped closer to mama, “You don beat our guy na, you go pay for am” Mama took gradual frightful steps backwards while the other soldier started off the opposite direction, they were getting mama cornered as hyenas does to its prey. “Drop am” yelled the soldier stepping closer to mama with greedy eyes. Mama swung while he ducked backyards, the other soldier released his bullet as it pierced through mama’s legs. She yelped in pain and fell. She could fight no more, she could not defend us anymore.

But it was like fighting a mountain—his grip was unyielding, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. Doc moved like a machine—calm, relentless, unyielding. His body was a fortress, absorbing each blow without flinching. The fight wasn’t elegant; it was a collision of brute force, a mess of grunts and crushing impacts. Barely registering the pain, he drove Elijah headfirst into the wall behind them. The impact reverberated like a gunshot, dust and debris raining down as the wall dented inward.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

"But you go to war. You should be used to the blood." "This is different. I am always very focused on my mission in battles. But now, you are alone, blocking in my vision, the scent of your blood blocking my senses. All I can think of is sinking my fangs into your flesh right now." Luciana didn't expect it from him, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling thrilled against her wish. "Fine." She lifted her wrist to him. "No. I don't want this. You are wounded there. And I want the part where the scent is coming from." She noticed a lopsided smirk on his lips.

The force rebounds through my arms, numbing my fingers. Varein laughs. It’s a sound that bends the air. “You bleed for nothing.” It swings one massive arm, and I’m airborne before my brain catches up. The world tilts violently, sky and ground swapping places, until I crash into the dirt hard enough to rattle my bones. Pain blooms along my ribs. I roll to my feet because staying down isn’t an option. The battle blurs into a rhythm of near misses and desperate blocks. Every blow from Varein carries the weight of something that’s seen centuries of war. I’m not winning... I’m surviving. Barely.

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

The sight of her blood, dark and bright, flowing across her skin, hits me like a direct blow to the chest. Breaking through the protective barrier formed by my soldiers, I rush toward her with a heavy heart and a mind in despair. The dry leaves crunch under my feet, and each step feels like a monumental effort. I kneel beside Aria, feeling the coldness of her skin under my hands as I press down on the wound, trying to stop the blood from continuing to spill. But it’s futile. The blood slips through my fingers, warm and viscous, as if her life is slipping through my hands.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.