Blood Bender Novels & Stories

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

How would I breathe without her beside me? I caught movement in my peripheral. I shifted my gaze just in time to see Mario make a motion with his hand. He lunged for Veda as shots fired around me. In slow motion, I swung my arm to the left and pulled the trigger. Mario's right shoulder jerked back as my bullet caught him, but he didn't stop. He kept going, ducking behind Veda like the fucking coward he was and pulling her against him with his good arm as I took aim again.

It was perfect for her hybrid abilities, but also terrifying because the competition was fierce. Marcus, a seventeen-year-old vampire who had somehow mated with a demon, was the opponent in her first bout. He was able to combine vampire abilities with demonic strength to create unnatural combinations. Before they began, he said, "Don't hold back." "I won't." The match was controlled chaos. Aurora discovered she could create shields that were simultaneously vampire-fast and witch-strong. Marcus countered with speed enhanced by demonic acceleration. They were evenly matched until Aurora got creative, using vampire telepathic abilities to anticipate his moves while casting spells that manipulat

Bryan didn’t meet anyone’s gaze and he relaxed a notch when he felt Roy’s fingers slip between his. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Alexander walking towards the pedestal. When he reached the pedestal, he bowed to the priestess. "Your grace, I am Alexander. I am here to take the test of blood," he said. The priestess nodded and handed him another dagger and chalice. He did the same thing bryan did and when his blood touched the water… nothing happened. Everyone was confused and started murmuring… the old maid look pale with fear and the queen, Darnell was trembling like a leaf when suddenly, the bowl of water began bubbling and then a crimson red liquid filled it.

Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding. Binx shadows around the demon, knocking it to the ground. Lucas jumps on top and drives the dagger deep into its chest. The demon, still able to use its powers, telekinetically throws Lucas and pulls the dagger from its chest. He raises it up to bring it down on Binx.

“You’re the healer, right? The fuck aren’t you healing him?” “He’s a vampire,” the blond said, sounding awfully dismissive for a healer standing over someone bleeding out on the ground. I liked his unruffled style, but I could’ve wished he’d chosen another moment for it. “He needs blood. I can’t heal him when he doesn’t have enough blood. Necromancy 101.” Another argument ensued, and I faded in and out but got the gist: “Those two are dead,” said the blond, I assumed meaning the bikers, and Jack argued that Hendler was still alive and would be an acceptable donor, and I moaned until Jack focused back on me.

The several other skeletons were blown away by Alex’s Brahma’s Supreme Touch. As the name implied, Dragon Blood Vine was a kind of plant vine. This kind of vine was extremely peculiar. It was blood red and had glowing blood flowing inside it. When it was cut with a knife, red sap would flow out from it just like blood. Time was running short. Below was a densely packed legion of skeletons, If Alex were to fall into it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Alex grabbed the void. With a huge force, he grabbed at least ten vines and forcefully ripped them off, throwing them into his storage purse. Then, he quickly retreated.

This was the tenth opponent I was up against, and it felt like I might not make it home today. I was coughing up blood while my opponent still looked fresh. He pulled out a silver pocketknife, and I frowned—was this guy really trying to kill me? I glanced at Bane, who was silent, knowing full well what silver does to werewolves. Feigning weakness on the ground, I waited for him to attack, but I dodged his strike. He stumbled, and I pinned him down with my knee, grabbing his arm and twisting it until it pointed towards the ceiling. Then, I pivoted and yanked his hand down, resulting in a loud crack followed by his scream as his hand broke.

Every instruction repeated the same warning. Restraint. Restraint. Restraint. Apparently the Cantari who had written this had learned the hard way. But the next section caught my attention even more. Hemokinesis often appears alongside a secondary affinity. I leaned closer to the page. Metal manipulation. I blinked. Metal? The explanation followed immediately. Blood contains iron. Those capable of manipulating blood frequently demonstrate a secondary ability to influence other iron-based materials. My thoughts raced. Metal. Weapons. Tools. My gaze drifted briefly toward the forge down the street.

Darren exited the prison cell and ordered the soldiers to continue the whipping work. Darren stood in front of the frowning Vander. "Brother, scratch my right hand." He passed the knife to Vander. Vander glared. He had no heart to scratch the knife into his brother's body. Even though Darren sucks, Darren is his younger brother. "I don't want to." Nancy clicked her tongue. "I'll do it." Noura chuckled. "Don't scrape the vein, Nancy." "I couldn't have killed him." Nancy scraped Darren's palm with a knife. "Half-blood has a different blood." Nancy was surprised to see Darren's black blood color with reddish spots. Nancy put the knife back in Darren's shirt pocket.