Blood God Novels & Stories

"The Pure-Blood Prophecy. My father didn't believe in myths, but he kept notes on yours. They claim the first male born of the Vaelis-Thornvale line holds the key to the 'Goddess’s Breath.' They claim his blood can stop the rot." The air in my lungs turned to lead. I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine. The Goddess’s Breath wasn't a virus. It was a bio-weapon, a dormant nanotech strain. And I wasn't just a scholar or a soldier. I was the literal antidote walking around in human skin.

Although they have the strength and power that qualified. The current situation was made even worse by the appearance of a sphere in the sky, that was the moon, dark red with a black patch in the center. The blood moon tragedy occurred some time ago and it seems that now there is a blood moon that is even worse than before. The gods who were being burned by the fires of hell felt hot and in pain. They have tried to get out of the scope of the fire, but the branches of Naitura will pull them and enter them again. Their skins were scalded, and their blood was bubbling inside their bodies from being boiled at such hot temperatures. Later on, some of the gods had already lost their heads so that

CHAPTER 113: THE UNBORN GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a god isn’t born in a temple; a god is born in the dark, usually when someone is screaming for their life. And looking at the black, oily mess pooling on the High Queen’s white carpet, I realized I was about to witness the most expensive birth in the history of the Void.

He swallowed a lump on his throat and bravely stepped in front of his little brother. Alpha Sandro nodded, indicating an approval for the delivered 'goods'. The guards and the drivers who delivered the 'goods' breathed a sigh of relief. They have been tense since they arrived at this pack. The pack is known for its illegal transactions in the underworld. Ordering human kids and draining their blood to drink. It was known that the blood of a human has the imprint of the Creator known as God. And if they are going to take out the blood on the younger ones, it will make the result of the imprint much more concentrated compared to taking it from the older ones, as the older one gets, the more si

A low growl erupts from my throat, which makes the Blood God glance at me. “Moon Goddess vessel. Welcome,” he says. “Just stay there and watch.” And soon Bryer’s corpse starts to move erratically. The white in his eyes turns black. The blood in his veins pulsates, and then he throws up black blood. He crawls to the Blood God’s feet and kisses it. “Please, no more,” he pleads. “I don’t want to die anymore. Don’t kill me again.” The Blood God kneels before him and says, “You need to die a hundred or a thousand times more, just so you will get familiar with the feeling of death. In that way, you can

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

“At dawn we claim the god’s pulse. Prepare your sectors to receive the surge. By the time the city wakes, Eidryn will no longer bow to weather or hunger—or to any power buried beneath it.” Outside, the first edge of pale light bled through the storm clouds, and thunder rolled across the river. Meroth watched it with calm satisfaction. “Let them sleep a few minutes longer,” he said softly. “Dreams end best when they’re sweet.” The council chamber held its breath long after Meroth spoke. Beyond the window, dawn light stuttered through the clouds like a weak pulse trying to find rhythm. The storm refused to break; it only waited. Councilor Veira broke the silence first. “You speak of mastery, y

"How comes your King's blood is able to heal wounds?" She leans back on her seat and smiles proudly like she is about to reveal the origin of God. "He is the only member of this Kingdom born with a special a connection with the great Goddess Israel. She is the Goddess of life. His powers are a gift from her, just like our wolves are gifts from the moon goddess. His blood can cure heal every disease or injury." She explains with a proud smile. If I didn't see him use his powers I would think that she is making up things to astonish me. But the fact that I am alive after that attack is evidence enough that that blood of his can indeed do miracles.

“Mama you know that God is watching us, he will protect my papa” I prayed hard in my mind “God protect my papa , do not let the soldiers meet him” the night was silent, peaceful and blissful. The creaking of the woods, the whistling of the night, the gentle swirl of breeze all set in motion to innovate such a moment that I would depict as “pulchritude”. How could evil exist in such a serene environment, the philosophy of life is incomprehensible, a compendium that you could never ever finish reading and can’t even understand a full written decrypted page.

GABRIEL P. O. V In the inky darkness of the night, I was in the presence of the God of Death. An all-black outfit clung to his body, and it covered his face with a hideous skull mask. There was no ambient illumination, save for the dim light emanating from the God of Death's fiery red eyes. With steady steps, I faced the God of Death, my heart pounding. “Oh, God of Death, I am willing to give my life as a sacrifice. If you return Grace to me,” I said in a trembling voice, my eyes full of hope.