Blood Golem Novels & Stories

his eyes darkened, and he flicked his tongue over the inside of her thigh, "I believe you requested a story." She whimpered her annoyance, but as he pulled back and stood, the evidence of his arousal pressed tightly against his grey woollen trousers. Sapphira's mouth went dry. The soft clink of crystal dragged her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown.

"You are a Vanguard, Malia. Do not let these scavengers see the blood in the water." "It's hard not to bleed when you're standing in a room full of sharks," I muttered, forcing my spine straight and fixing a cold, unbothered smile onto my lips as we reached the floor of the ballroom. "Then let me be the monster that keeps them in deep water," he replied, his voice dropping into a register so low and dark it sent a thrill of pure terror and something far more forbidden racing through my blood.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Only then did he release her. She rounded up on him. "You have got to be kidding me? Are you going to leave them out there to fight whoever those men are?" The golem grunted but said nothing. After a few seconds had passed, he turned to her and in a calm voice, began to speak. "Rage is the lord of the underground Creep, a dark and dangerous world full of blood sucking men exactly like himself. Those men in the sky.. . . " He pointed outside. "Are his men."

assemble. A giant hand made of jagged ice slammed onto the ground. Then a torso. Then a head, faceless and smooth, save for two glowing blue cracks for eyes. It stood twelve feet tall. A Golem of pure permafrost. The Beast that does not bleed. "Get back!" Killian roared, shoving me behind a pillar of rock. The Golem turned its massive head toward us. It opened its mouth—a cavern of sharp icicles—and let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but the screech of grinding glaciers.

Looking in the direction of the door, she realized what his lord was referring to. A large burly figure of eight feet stared at them. It was a mass of throbbing muscles. An amalgam of parts joined by a rudimentary sewing technique. It was a Golen of Flesh. A meat golem was a macabre collection of body parts from different humanoids, united in a single composite form. Its cadaverous flesh had a pale yellowish green hue. He was wearing ragged pants. He had no weapons in sight, but he didn't need them as he possessed powerful fists.

An arm the size of a support beam, arcing toward me with the weight of a collapsing building. I didn't dodge. I stepped forward. Into the swing. Into the shadow of the golem's massive fist. The dual bloodlines roared through me. Silver moonlight poured from my left hand, piercing the golem's arm at the joint, dissolving the bindings that held stone to stone. The arm crumbled mid swing, raining debris. Crimson shadow erupted from my right, a concentrated lance that punched through the golem's torso, detonating inside, blowing the entire construct apart from within.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded. Again.

They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger. “Take the ones left, I’ll go right. Azea, the ones up front are yours.”, he said before rushing at them. They seem agitated and start rushing at him too. “Blood Art: Blood Mist.” A dark red mist covered them as he entered. Since it was just blood, it gave him the exact position of everything in the mist. He started firing at all of them, hearing them screech continuously as his blood ate away at them. He made quick work of them as they couldn’t sense where he was. They’re weaker than I expected. Is that–