Blood Fights Novels & Stories

Only on rare occasions does death stain the battlefield. The spectators roar with anticipation, their cheers blending into a cacophony of energy and bloodlust. I lock eyes with my opponent, the intensity of our gaze reflecting the coldness that resides within us both. This is no ordinary fight; it is a clash our individual power, a battle that will leave one of us standing tall and the other broken and defeated.

What is happening? "W-what are you doing! Stop this instant!" A female voice said while looking at someone whom she knew. All of the people that was affected by this strange event was bloody all over. Their faces looked like it was badly hurt by someone stronger than them. But the truth is, they did this to their own.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

I sidestepped his attack and drove my claws into his chest, ripping out his heart with a savage twist of my hand. His eyes bulged as he collapsed to the ground, his already pale body turning sickly ash as it thinned before my eyes. The black organ dissolved in my grasp. With our inhuman speed, this fight probably lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours. I stood there for a moment, panting heavily as the adrenaline slowly began to fade. The girl. She was going to die without my blood. Cursing under my breath, I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and slit my wrist with the claw of the other hand and Logan immediately brought the girl to me.

"We are natural enemies, Elara. My blood remembers your grandfather’s blade. Your tech remembers my pack’s teeth." He stepped forward, closing the distance until the heat from his body felt like an oven. He took her wrist, his pulse thundering against her skin a frantic, wild rhythm that no machine could ever replicate. "But the enemy of my enemy is my only chance," he whispered. He bared his arm, the veins bulging and glowing with a faint, bioluminescent amber. "Do it. Before I lose the ability to ask." Elara pressed the injector against his skin. As the blue fluid entered his system, Kaelen’s entire body convulsed. He fell to his knees, a guttural roar echoing off the reinforced walls.

Renah said bluntly. “I’ve never even met the council,” I protested. “Before today, I mean, I’m human! I don’t know how I did the partial shift. And it’s not like I’ve done it since. You have to believe me.” I looked from one to the other and found, unsurprisingly, no support. This was bad. And I needed to do better than this. I drew in a steadying breath and narrowed my eyes. “You have a shifter’s fiery spirit,” she said.

“Flare-ups, almost. Full-body shocks of agony that come and go. They don’t seem like they’re actively doing any damage–more like you’re just watching their body respond to all the stress it’s been subjected to, if that makes any sense. Mostly, it’s just devastating to watch.” “I know the feeling,” I murmur softly. Alpha Fierro nods. “After all of this has stretched on for a little two weeks, in every case we’ve seen resulting in death, the patients begin to vomit blood. Not long after that happens, they’re gone.” A long, dread-ridden silence fills the office as Alpha Fierro and I stare down at the desk. There’s a quiet understanding passing between us: he’s already lost countless people to t

Another lady groaned, clapping her hand as the fight began. William couldn't attack, so he defended himself. Glauber was furious that William was having the favor of the ladies, so he launched incessant attacks on his opponent. The club finally lands on William's back, and the latter screams, falling on both his knees and facing the ceiling as he screams. This ignited the excitement in the crowd, who were thirsty for blood. Leah pursed her lips, a slight gasp escaping, as she swallowed hard. Tears stung her eyes as she watched her brother groan in excruciating pain.

Felix didn't waste time on pleasantries and immediately approached the gathered bodies. After examining them for over ten minutes, Felix walked back to Xena. "It doesn't appear to be the work of Necrobound, but I can't rule it out entirely. All these people are missing their lifeblood." Lifeblood—also known as vital essence—was the deep red blood that flowed directly from the heart's main artery. In traditional medicine, it was considered the essence of life, derived from the transformation of nutrients by the spleen and stomach, and crucial to a person's health.

But Lucas had already grabbed the guy by his throat and lifted him off the floor, Cressa still holding his arm and begging him to stop. Sapphira and El also jumped to their feet to help pull him off the guy. Now half the football team was involved, and the rest of the school was staring, knowing full well what kind of trouble they would be in for this. Fighting among pack members was common but strictly prohibited on school grounds. Young males often struggled to control themselves after coming of age, and from what Cressa had said recently, Lucas was having a tough time. Lucas still had the guy by the throat and threatened to kill him while the football team tried to pull them apart, but Lu