Blood Domination Novels & Stories

His breath hitched, hot and panicked. “My lord—!” I leaned close, shadows wrapping around his wrists, pinning him though I hadn’t commanded them. His pulse hammered beneath the skin of his throat. One bite. Just one. I could drain the fear out of him, quiet the noise. “Do it,” Calix whispered. “Do it, and you will finally understand. Blood is not nourishment. It is claim. Claim him. As you claim the boy. As you claim the Dominion.” “I said shut up,” I growled. My nails bit into the guard’s collarbone.

[ Blood Domain ] {Gods of blood are gods of extreme opposites; on one hand, they are often terrifying, dangerous, and vicious who preside over sacrifice and slaughter. Likewise, life, purity, and regeneration of the body are associated with them by the blood. } [Blood Domain {Epic Domain}] Visions of Final moments: You can use the blood of the fallen to obtain their memories. Black curse: Delivers a powerful curse to an enemy which poisons the very blood that runs through its body.

Not splashing. Not spilling. Moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something alive. My breath catches sharply in my throat as the thin streak of dried crimson begins to lift from the stone surface, peeling upward in a smooth ribbon that coils through the air like silk caught in an invisible current. “What..” I whisper. Leviath does not look at the blood. He looks at me. “This,” he says calmly, “is Blood Dominion.” The ribbon of blood twists gently between his fingers, suspended effortlessly, responding to the smallest flick of his wrist as though it obeys instinct rather than command.

I stopped breathing. My wolf growled again. But not in warning. In recognition. Like she knew him. Like she already wanted to submit. Professor Blackthorne stepped around his desk. His hands clasped behind his back. “Blood is not just a legacy. It’s a weapon. It carries memory. And when the blood inside you reacts to someone else’s—” he paused, his eyes dragging over me again, slower this time “—you will not always be able to control it.” I almost choked.

My babaanne states firmly, and I know she means the threat she has openly declared, and it infuriates me more than I’d like to admit. I take one step closer towards her, looking down at her through narrowing eyes. “If you so much as cause her any harm, you will have me to answer to. She is mine to punish, not yours.” After all, it is my parents' and my abis' blood that her family has spilled. “You have let your good heart and conscience cloud your decision, Quenten. This is a blood feud we are in, and it requires you to spill blood!” “Did I hear right?” My Emre Amca asks as he barges into the study with Ozan hot on his heels.

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed in her mind.

If he can't stand up straight, he can't lead the four chambers. The four clans—the literal monarchs who bring wealth into the brotherhood—will engage in all-out battle when they remove him. The group's leaders from a system that protects them may also join. One thing is certain: Bella and I will either be forced to wed into their families or slaughtered if we refuse. It will be wolves versus wolves. They'll end up killing me given my violent spirit. They won't be able to force me out of the prosperous brotherhood of my father's era. This heritage was begun by him, and I shall carry it on.

“Just like when we were alone. I will be removing quite a lot of it, which means your blood will have to be replaced. Sandu, Andor and Ferro will take turns giving you blood.” She recoiled, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can do that.” “I can aid you,” Damonq said. “If we are going to save the baby and you from Darkness, this is the only way. Once I take your blood, I cannot give you blood. Not at first. I’m the filter. I will ingest the parasites… ” “No. Absolutely not.” She scrambled to her feet. “You are not going to take his vile, poisonous worms into your body.”

Dominic looked at her puzzled. “Yes! My father is a Pure-Blooded vampire and part of the Royal Family, and my mother is human.” “Oh, I have heard of human fathers and female vampires a few times. However, not one human mother who lived during childbirth.” “Well, they were mated, so maybe that was why.” “Mated! Why would that have anything to do with her being human? And you said mated, correct?”