Blood Golem Novels & Stories

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–

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h

Immediately, two guards fell, startled by the hits. Four remained. Aurora created a flash of pure light—witch magic amplified by vampire power manipulation. Blinding in the confined space. She repositioned herself next to the window while they healed. Do you believe you can battle your way out? Elise, her own strength growing, demanded. Eight hundred years of accumulated power, ancient vampire magic. "You're strong for a hybrid, but I've been powerful since before your species existed." I don't have to struggle to get out. All I have to do is make it till help comes."

He asked her with a look of astonishment on his face. “Yes.” She replied. “I want you to sign it. I don’t trust you, Draven.” She told him and moved back. “And you think I will succumb to a mere human?” he asked her with a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t want to take any chances.” She simply said to him and gave a warm smile, a smile filled with deception and murderous intent. With an elongated finger, he dug into his palm and watched as blood seeped from it. Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace.

And with the golem being made of indestructible ice, it had little need for a shield or armor. The ice prongs of the trident went right through Aki’s air dome and chipped the spot on the floor where Sasha had been just moments ago. It was good Aki had pulled him out of the way. The ice that composed the golem’s body was of a blue shade, which confirmed Aki’s theory that this labyrinth guard had been patterned after the fearsome Kali, the goddess of war and destruction in the folklore of the western plains. Though the golem was made of ice from head to foot, Aki could see the distinct grooves of a breastplate, armor skirt, and arm and leg bands.

Their eyes were mad with purpose—desperation, hatred, fear. Behind them loomed the bone golems—colossal beasts stitched together from ogre bones, dragon spines, and magic that should never have been touched. Twisting vines pulsed with necrotic energy between joints, writhing like they were alive, like they hated being part of something so wrong. I licked the blood from my mouth and laughed. Low. Hungry. They thought they could corner me. The goddess’s protector. The last of the Crimson Court. The vampire who drank suns dry and slept in the ruins of empires.

There was a black oppressive aura waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. BANG! There was an explosion at the end of the road. A giant golem with a black body and silver-colored hands had just hit the rock so hard that it sounded like an explosion. All over the golem body was protruding pointy rocks pointing outward. The Golem's body looked tough, sharp, and ready to destroy anything. His eyeballs were blood red with yellow irises. Its size was so large that humans could die from being trampled by the soles of its feet as wide as a train locomotive.

I can’t bet my luck to try killing it when it was forming as I don’t want to die again after just a week escaping The Flesh, so in the meantime, I rolled the white knitwear—which I know will turn red later because of how violent I’ll tear this creature in front of me apart—and then unzipped my hockey bag which I stored my modified hockey stick and my kitchen knife. The completion of it’s formation was usually signaled with it’s outer layer hollowing into several medium sized holes to let the tentacles portrude outside, and that’s when I strike. I charged forward, before leaping to spin my body and land a blow which split its huge body into two. Although that blow looks fatal, that alone wasn

He replied simply " they would always be people out for my blood!" "Not like this!" She growled so low, he might have consider her a wolf " Golems are created with blood magic which can only be overridden by powerful, I mean very powerful dark magic, someone really wants you dead, so if I were you I'd start talking!" "Spoilt brat!" He scoffed "You wouldn't know anything, because you're so upturned all of the time, there have been multiple disappearances from shifters who have ventured here, I'm here to find them, the tour was a guise, a ruse to get the people off my fucking back, I would have involved you if you'd stayed long enough!"

The blood on his hand twisted and writhed as if alive, forming intricate patterns in the air before shooting toward the golem like a crimson spear. The creature roared as the blood struck its chest, the impact sending cracks spidering across its stony surface. It stumbled, its movements suddenly jerky and uncoordinated. Drevon’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "That’s it," he hissed. "Kneel."