Novel & Cerita Blood Fiend

The night was quiet, but the air held a strange charge—as if the stars were holding their breath. Ava sat beside Achi, her eyes fixed on the wound stretching across his side. Crimson soaked through the bandages Marcus had wrapped, and despite his hybrid blood, the injury hadn’t closed. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gently brushing the edge of the cloth. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice low, uncertain. Achi didn’t flinch. “I fought with the beasts,” he said. “Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.”

I flew backward, my back hitting the concrete pillar with a sickening crunch. I dropped my rifle. The air was gone from my lungs, my vision swimming with black spots. The Enforcer stood over me, his violet eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling mercy. “You are a baseline human,” he vibrated, the sound rattling my teeth. “You are a structural flaw in the new world. You will be removed.” He raised his arm, his fingers glowing with a concentrated violet light. I knew what was coming. He was going to hit me with a focused acoustic pulse that would turn my internal organs into jelly.

Thomas’ curses cut off abruptly as his body convulsed violently. The man withdrew the knife, stabbing repeatedly until blood soaked Thomas’s filthy clothes before dropping the knife and fleeing. “Stop! Call an ambulance! Police!” Chaos erupted. The team restrained the assailant and tried to provide aid, but blood gushed uncontrollably. Thomas’s eyes dulled. His last glance seemed to sweep over the chaos, hollowly landing on me. His lips moved once, and then nothing. Sirens wailed in the distance. I stood where I was, staring at the lifeless body and the spreading bright red blood, feeling all the hatred seep into the cold ground and dissolve into nothingness.

The place was a hot mess just like before, but Shirley's arm was breaking out in red spots faster than anyone could say 'contagious'. Everyone was freaking out, scared they were about to catch something nasty. "Dude! Don't tell me that's some kind of contagious blood disease!" "She's out here giving blood, and now, she's gonna take us all down with her? Seriously?" "Hey, what's that thing on the doctor's neck?" "These two were an item, right? Didn't the doctor cheat on his fiancee with the intern? Talk about a trashy duo. They had it coming!"

Electric and worse, I craved more. More of his blood. More of him. Things weren't supposed to go this way! This was madness. At the same time, a wave of terror coursed through me when a tale that I’d once heard flashed through my mind. When blood becomes sweet and becomes something one couldn't get enough of, it means that the person has found their blood-host. Flynn Hitch-cock was my blood-host? Never! My face scrunched in disgust and I coughed, pounding my fist on my chest because that was crazy? These funny things that I felt towards him were sickening. First, it started with my wolf protecting him and him being now my blood-host?

Within seconds, the rogue Blood-born was nothing more than a silent, shredded mass of dark, dead flesh in the dirt. Riheirk spun around, his chest heaving under his leather armor, his hands completely coated in foul black blood. Solar was lying in the heather, her breathing shallow and frantic. The brilliant golden fur around her shoulder was rapidly staining with a dark, toxic crimson. The Blood-born bite was highly venomous, the black corruption already visibly tracing like spiderwebs beneath her skin, threatening to shut down her core. Riheirk dropped to his knees beside her, his massive frame shaking violently—not from desire this time, but from an absolute, suffocating terror.

I don’t turn. This descent into roguedom from hydraliths is not a coincidence. It can’t be. The man finally gasps— One word: “Fiend.” Blood drips from his lips. “The fiend,” he says again, hoarse. “Who?” I demand, nearly shaking the chair. “Who?” Morgana begins to murmur behind me, hands weaving. A spell, maybe. Or a prayer. Too late either way. The man groans, then howls. A scream like his soul’s being torn in half.

Horrified as I was, my mouth fell open when I saw how I was able to stand in the fire-which means, my feet were literally stepping on the fire! And it wasn't just that. There's something glowing in me. My wrist. What's more peculiar is that, the light is coming from a birthmark I've never seen before. In my seventeen years of existence, there's nothing in my body I didn't discover yet. So why do I have this strange birthmark all of a sudden? And why am I still alive until now? Look at yourself, Ophelia. You're still alive because fire isn't your enemy. In fact, it's the other way around.

Ding Hao and Tianshu did not expect to see a living Bi Fang with their own eyes today. This kind of divine creature was too rare, its whole body full of precious assets. According to legend, the blood of a Bi Fang contained the most horrific fire in the world. One drop of its blood essence could turn one into a Fire God, a master of all fire, with the power to fight Devils. There was a pure blue feather on the back of a Bi Fang called the Precious Feather, which could be used to refine a magic weapon. "Screech..." The Bi Fang had gone mad, spewing out endless flames, scorching the dark Demon Aura clouds in the sky.

Blood splattered, chaos ensued, the slave girls attempted to flee the room for their safety, and the last thing Brielle saw before her eyes were covered with a black bag sucking out her life was the stranger staring right back at her, his fangs out as he transformed into a humanoid beast. He had Lycan blood! A lycan monster! What the fuck was going on?!