Blood God Novels & Stories

He already knew, the Red God Monster was stronger than the Mysterious God, 'why not take him with me too' he thought to himself. "Okay if it's your last wish to get that One killed, I'll do you that favor, free of charge." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure said. Nri Magu tried to speak again but he couldn't, his throat had been locked by a mysterious force. "Don't bother about anything anymore, just die peacefully now. When you die I'll get all the information I need about the One you boast about." With that, the Surrogate Avatar slashed at Magu's neck, and separated it from his body, using his bare hands. Then the Avatar opened his mouth which suddenly grew wider, enlarging to swallow all the

The gold ichor at her feet pulsed in answer, its presence suddenly more deliberate, less erratic than it had been a moment before. Celeste stared at the word for a long moment, the blood still humming in the seal, the corridor now silent except for the low hum of the academy’s wards trying to steady themselves. The word looked like a promise carved into stone: Divine Hemokenesis. The name was ugly, practical, and terrifyingly accurate. She had taken divine blood—god-blood—and held it in place, forcing it to bend to her will through the power of her blood magic instead of brute force. The ability was exactly what she had done instinctively, raised to a new, sharper level.

she announces. I blink, trying to follow along, but my frown only deepens while my headache continues to grow. “Then you made a mistake. No mutolupus, sirna, makkari or nagata are the offspring of a God. They can’t contain the blood of a God,” I contradict.

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

“Back away from the wall!” He didn’t hear me. Or he heard, and didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the ocean . on the crimson storm twisting itself around one figure like a crown. Clara. Except this wasn’t Clara. This was something ancient wearing Clara’s bones. And she was looking at Ares like he’d come home. The wolves crawled backward, ears pinned. One of the generals whispered under his breath: “Not magic… this is god blood.” I wished he hadn’t said it, because the moment he did, I felt it too.

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" Jax asked again The King chuckled... "No one noticed because no one conceive." Their faces hold confusion. "This is how the rumor starts. He was not born like us. The deities used the DNA of their carriers and their blood. And with their powers, the gift was born." "Wait, that makes him a demigod!" Theo exclaimed. Kaleb is feeling nervous suddenly. "Oh, I remember, I read it somewhere. There are only two people that are known as the deity's carrier. These people are the head councils of the Mages." Theo added. Kaleb felt more nervous. His hunch is confirmed when Theo speaks again... "The Knights."

Without drawing any attention to themselves, Enboe-21 closed its eyes and sent a telepathic message to the bird of Jove, through telepathic waves. The bird flew up from where it was stationed outside, into the building, but high in the sky by which one could actually confuse its silhouette to that of a real eagle. It rolled twice in the sky, as sign to both Andy and Nelson, in regard to its presence. By this time, the final set of people still carrying the tasks of Combat Lord finally arrived, downcasted. After they had settled down, Dr. Archer waves an arm for silence, and began speaking. “It brings me delight to see youngsters like you walking through the golden path. The Greatest Scientis

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

From the fissure emerged a shadowy form, the ancient god, bound in chains of blood and light, struggling to break free. “John...” the voice echoed, deep and resonant, yet filled with a strange familiarity. “You dare defy the curse?” John’s breath caught. The god’s voice called his true name a name long buried in the annals of forbidden knowledge. “How do you know my name?” John demanded, gripping the altar tighter. The god’s eyes glowed a fierce red. “Because, John, you are more than just a mortal. You are the last of the Bloodline, the one who carries the ancient pact. The one who must choose.”