Blood Golem Novels & Stories

He didn’t know if this would influence her punishment. Once Brian got the notification that she was secure, he turned to help his brother with the golem. It was more of a challenge and so much larger than they’d been led to believe that wolves were bouncing off its legs. That’s when he realized the golem was sinking into the riverbed’s muck. The riverbed was keeping it vertical. They needed to dig a hole behind the golem and knock it over. Just completely overwhelm it. They couldn’t wear it down, but they could overwhelm it with room many attacking at once. A few runs at the legs and more at its upper body. He guessed that’s what one would call the vaguely humanoid shape.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

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 cleared the distance, landing squarely on the Golem’s massive, rotting arm as it reached down for Kaelen. ​Running up the creature's arm, I ignored the putrid stench of dark magic. The beast roared, trying to shake me off. I drove one obsidian blade into its shoulder to anchor myself, then brought the other blade down in a vicious, sweeping arc right into the center of its chest. ​Find the core, I told myself. ​The blade sank deep. I felt the glass-like crunch of the necromantic crystal shattering beneath my sword. ​The Golem went rigid. The dark red light in its stitched eyes flickered and died. As the massive beast began to topple backward like a felled redwood, I kicked off its chest,

Night had fallen when the maids of the Gothic palace had the body of the breeder that had her blood consumed thoroughly cleaned and placed in a sack awaiting Darian Stormrider's orders. As per the norm, he would journey out at night and go meet his spies from the Werewolf realm and give them the body. Even though they were humans too, that didn't bother them anymore as they were not in the same rank as the breeders. They preyed on it. Vampires consumed blood while the werewolves fed on the body, and as a fee for them helping him out as his spies and take tellers from the adversaries kingdom, he always brought the dead body of whatever breeder that had their blood consumed to them.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

I wasn’t in any better shape, gasping for breath myself, but unlike him, I kept my cool. “What are you,” the Rogue King asked, true fear filling his eyes for the first time. “No omega runt should be able to move like you.” Just before I was about to reply, a tingle ran down my spine. It wasn’t from fear, it wasn’t from pain, nor was it from dread. No, this tingle meant one thing, and one thing only. Backup had finally arrived. Smiling again, I answered truthfully. “I am the grim reaper, and I’m here to collect.”