Blood Bender Novels & Stories

“You heard me. What the fuck are you going to do about it?” The first swing hit him in the ribs and he grunted. He clenched his fists as the second man came for him and the red haze finally took over. Fists swung and connected, blood was spilled and men were grunting in pain. Wilder was straddling someone, hitting the back of his head against the polished floor of the bar. Hands grabbed at him, but he was relentless. “Motherfucker!” He kept punching the man and when his head lolled to the side, he turned to face whoever else was next.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

she said with an evil grin and looked at my father. "The blood era is coming to an end. Our divine wolf is here," she said, "and she will liberate her people," and my father almost hit her but withdrew his strength. If he landed the blow, he would have succeeded in injuring or killing her. She was a delta breed, and he was alpha. Their strengths were not close at all. "What do you mean?" Beta Green asked Kendra. "The Massacre at the moon territory," she began, and I became scared. "The blue wolf was Desiree Dawson," she confessed, and my father roared, he looked at me and slammed me against the wall.

The blood trickling down her body and the sound of her muffled screams was a sight to behold. With sharp and precise movements, I pulled out the device; ripping her nipples and slicing her mammary gland open. Blood spurted everywhere from the destroyed organ, decorating my boots and the beautiful carpet. "It's called a breast slicer!!" I said with a smile. I removed the gag from my spectator and let him utter strings of profanities and curses in Russian. "Do you confess to your crimes Mr. Vladimir?" "Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!"

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.

Ryder went quiet, walking toward one of the unopened boxes. As Ryder reached for the box, Bella’s eyes widened in panic. She tossed the hangers she was holding onto the floor and darted past the twins, her heart pounding in her chest. “No!” she shouted, but the words came too late. Ryder had already opened the box, revealing a cooler filled with bags of blood. Bella froze mid-step, her breath catching in her throat.

I could feel the resistance, the raw power of the bear's mind pushing back against mine, but I held on, steadily gaining control. Once the bear was under my influence, I turned my attention to my blood manipulation ability. I extended my hand toward the other bear as drops of my blood levitated in the air, forming into sharp, pointed shapes at my command. The blood gleamed in the light as I solidified its form, transforming it into deadly weapons. As I directed the blood projectiles toward the second bear, the creatures roared and charged. Swiftly, I commanded the controlled bear to intercept the other one, buying me precious moments to focus on my next move.

“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.

I moved toward the Tether. I dove into the whirlpool, grabbing Dante’s collar with one hand while pinning the child to my chest with the other. I didn't try to pull us out. I used my weight—the raw, non-resonant mass of the "Lead-Bender"—to Anchor us. I felt the dark matter clawing at my skin, trying to dissolve my molecular bonds, but I dug my heels into the warping metal and roared.