Blood Bender Novels & Stories

I breathed out, taking out an eolian melody, controlling the air that escaped my lips. A squall roared through the hallways. The bender covered his face with his hands. Towering behind him, I grabbed his wrist and twisted his neck with a crack. I dragged him to an isolated balcony and exchanged my clothes with his. I took his wand. I couldn’t use it though. Disguised as a light bender, I dashed to the basement. “Hey!” A bender ran to me before I entered the basement. I stayed calm and looked into his eyes, “yes, priest?”

Madfist could see in turn that Frank's cheeks were flushed, and he was sweating all over his brow. He turned toward the wooden box in surprise, more or less realizing that Frank was holding the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. Horey had wanted the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom because it was pure animus in nature, which would suppress the pure anima fetus inside her. That, or she would die soon. Screech! The Audi continued to swerve left and right as pure vigor churned in Frank's meridian nexus, even with Madfist putting both hands on the steering wheel.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

“It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.” “Good,” I said bitterly. She flinched. “Raven…” “What?” I croaked. “You want me to feel sorry for them? After what they’ve done?” “No…. I want you to understand something. You’re… you’re special. Your blood is…. It’s the only thing that can cure them.” I stared at her for a second, then I laughed.. “Oh, of course,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Of course. I’m not just the unwanted daugh

The little girl behind Dante giggled, gripping his coat, peeking out from behind his hip with the expression of someone who had already won. “You must be the evil sorcerer!” the boy declared, raising his bow. “I have to save Princess Bella!” “Are you certain you want to challenge me?” “YES!” “You’re prepared for the consequences?” “YES!” The arrow flew. Stuck squarely to the center of Dante’s chest. And Dante Salvatore—a man who had stood unmoved while actual bullets passed through actual flesh—delivered a performance of theatrical devastation. His hand crept to the wound. His eyes went wide. His voice descended into tragedy.

He grew quiet for a minute before shaking his head, “You know what you sound like?” “What?” “A fucking hypocritical bloodhound.” If not that he was driving, I would have punched him hard enough for his hand to swerve off the steering wheel and careen the car over the bridge into the black, icy depths of the canal. He knew how much I hated being referred to as a bloodhound. How much I hate being reminded that I was a fucking abomination. Soon we arrived at the Feeders Corp building. The house was solely for vampires of all breeds and was where auctions would be held regularly.