Blood God Novels & Stories

“During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But I wasn’t. Kojin was a god. His blood *was* ichor.” She lowered her gaze—locked on me. “I studied at Storm Academy in Utah. And before that—in Shambhala. Ancient texts. Vampire physiology, divine anatomy, the old wars. Every single one said the same thing: the blood of gods is golden ichor. Not red. Not silver. Gold. Pure. Eternal.” She narrowed her eyes—sharp, searching. “Nico… have you ever met your biological parents?” The question landed like a stone in still water. I felt Elara’s hand tight

I said in frustration. “I'm being more useful than all of you put together, but you're not ready to accept that,” Daemon said. I'm afraid he's been the most useful of all; he's right. Divine blood only works instantly; it can't be studied or analyzed the same as the others. The gods have arranged it that way. Perhaps a conversation with your creator would be good at this time, Kate said. I looked at Marco. “That's all for today,” I said to the Gamma and ignored the vampire.

“Did I say they go to heaven? We are getting off-track here. Focus.” I refill my glass and down it as quickly as Kahn emptied his. I stare at my glass, twirling it until it catches the light and casts rainbows in my eyes. Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps I am drunk. At least a little. That's nice. “Thrax follows the blood god, do you understand, Johnathan? Even before all this began, Thrax and the blood god communicated. I mean, the madman will follow his god to the seventh circle of hell if that's what the god demanded of him.”

Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile temper, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid He paced, slow and methodical. “Not all godbloods can wield the magic of their ancestors. Some can't wield any at all. But occasionally… rumors rise.” His eyes glinted. “Of a fourteenth bloodline. A hidden line, descended from the God Killer. Said to wield all thirteen disciplines.” He grinned like the idea made his sick little heart flutter. “What a delight that would be. A student like that…” He licked his lips. “Would make h

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

He inhaled again, deeper this time, letting the scent flood his dead lungs. Blood. But not like any he'd tasted these past few days. It carried notes of petrichor and fire—like rainfall sizzling against hot stone. Sweet, but powerful. Innocent, but riotous. It ignited every nerve in his body like lightning crawling beneath skin. Lucien stood, slow and deliberate. A tremor pulsed beneath the marble floor, awakened by his sudden hunger. “Who bleeds like that?” he muttered to himself in the dark of his room, his voice hoarse, as though speaking threatened to undo his control.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

LIGHT-LEVIN GOD SLASH! *Then taso cuts the right arm of faceless and faceless was angry* You dare cut my arm, why you! ANTI-GOD FACELESS BLACKMORE! Shit! I can't stop that, even with all the techniques combined! I don't have a choice, I'll use my trump card for now, HA! ELEMENTAL GOD FRAGMENT ACTIVATE LET ME USE YOU PITON! *Then all kinds of elements appeared at taso floating beside him for example fire, water, dirt, light, dark and more*

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."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."