Blood God Novels & Stories

His face paled and flushed in quick succession as he hurriedly said, "Lana, let me explain. I have nothing to do with her. I—" "Whether or not you have anything to do with her, it has nothing to do with me. Gentlemen, I'll take my leave." I shook off Zach's hand and turned toward the banquet hall. Zach's footsteps followed leisurely behind me, his pace calm and unhurried, like he was strolling through a garden. The truth of the evening was clear. Edgar, the patriarch, was in failing health, and everyone could see it. Officially, the event was a birthday celebration. In reality, it was the public passing of the torch.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

" Bang! The operating room door flew open with a violent kick. My eldest godmother, Lily Smith was the first to rush in. She had buttoned her coat wrong in her hurry, and her tie hung crooked around her neck. It was obvious she had raced there without stopping. Behind her, the deafening roar of motorcycle engines echoed through the hallway. My sixth and seventh godmothers strode in, each carrying a heavy wrench. My third godmother followed at an unhurried pace, calmly adjusting her glasses. She held up her phone, where she had already compiled a long list of Austin and Daniela's crimes. My fourth godmother slipped on a pair of boxing gloves, my fifth godmother pulled out her laptop and hacke

He covered his ears as the sound of tearing flesh punctuated the air, joined by the shrill, agonised scream. "Not even worth consuming," Babi snorted, casting the torn limb from him into the bins. "The blood is putrid." He hauled himself atop the weeping form, Aiden's breath heaving painfully and slapped him sharply. "Cease your whining! The flow will stop and your leg will not trouble you! Perhaps now you will trust the gifts bestowed upon you more!" "Perhaps..." Kyle repeated dully as he watched the crimson flow begin to thicken. The power radiating from the God was enough to freeze the sun itself and choke the strongest man. "Or maybe we never learn."

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

In an instant, countless streams of blood light surged into the daemonic god’s body, causing its eyes to turn blood-red. Just as Adrian was about to charge and strike with his sword, the daemonic god’s power suddenly skyrocketed. With a thunderous punch, it came crashing toward Adrian. The sheer force of the blow left him breathless. This wasn’t just an ordinary strike; the punch was infused with incredibly potent blood energy and a menacing daemonic aura. Adrian felt as though he were being swallowed by a raging storm. He quickly activated his Ancient Life Text, skillfully countering the daemonic god’s moves while launching powerful counterattacks.

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

"Are you familiar with the whole River of Flames?" "Actually, it is the first time that I have seen this place since when I was sent here, I was already cursed and unconscious. But for the question, yes, I'm familiar with the River of Flames. The magical healer, my father, can show me many places without actually going to that place. And one of the places he showed me back then was this, the River of Flames. He had also give me some informations about this place and how deadly the soul guarding this. Have you heard about the punished witch soul Nerissa?"

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.