Blood Golem Novels & Stories

Three Blood Golems dashed towards Red Rose even before she could go after Village Head Samoa. “Fast,” Red Rose’s eyes narrowed into slits, her lips twitching in surprise at the speed of the golems. Even if they were in humanoid shape, golems were still much heavier than humans. For the Blood Golems, their projected weight should have been about three times the weight of the average human. Logically speaking, they should have been slow in their movements; however, this was not the case. The golems moved so quickly that Red Rose barely caught a glimpse of their figures when they moved towards her. The first

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] "I see, so it is not a stone formation at all, but rather a group of resting Golem." Steve said as recognition dawn in his face. A golem is an animated creature that has been constructed via magic as a servant or protector for the person who created it. The body of a golem is normally constructed from a single raw material, such as rock or clay. These creatures are usually unintelligent, mindless entities and cannot act on their own. They also will not obey anyone other than the person who created them. Golems are made by molding the material in the shape the golem is desired to be, most of the time being humanoid, but animal-shaped golems aren't unheard of.

Ava said. A chill ran down Ava’s spine. She knew of the golems. Shadow golems. They were the fiercest creatures the Order created. Tough to kill, impossible to outrun. Once you saw one, the chance of you living past that moment was slimmer than if you encountered a regular shadow. Penny’s injuries were a testament to the brutal strength that they possessed. “The portal—” Ava started. “We know.” Anabella stood. She offered Ava a hand, helping her to her feet.

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?"

I wasn’t so certain this magic would resist those kinds of weapons. “Golems can be used as sentinels to ward off the first rounds of attack.” Aerin sorted through the stones. “We make them from Earth clay, then leave them to dry. When they are called forth they become stone and moss, part of nature itself. These Golems will withstand the first assault of the Dark Elves, and buy us more time.” “The same clay we used to make our wands with?” I questioned, pulling my Druidic rod from my bag.

A gigantic stone door that was painted gold with mini-statuettes of the ancient beast, the kirin and various symbolic carvings stood in their way. The travellers understood from Xiyu’s explanation of the mechanics behind the access door that only her blood was able to open the door. She believed that because she was a descendant of Muxue Yan, her blood was worthy enough. Dongyue felt his chest ache slightly upon seeing her bite hard on her finger to yield a few drops of blood, which she smeared on one of the mini-statuettes. This, she confirmed, was what was required to open the door.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

Zephyr remember vividly his turning was not the greatest. It was not like the phasing that purebloods go through. Your body actually dies and the sun is highly lethal to the skin. The vampire that had turned him laughed as he had to crawl to a safe place as his body was throwing up everything that was human in his system. The sun had started to rise, his master left him to die in the sun. Belle noticed Zephyr had went silent, his eyes went distant.