Blood Golem Novels & Stories

This of course will make him look weak because compassion gives the victim a chance to live. *** The next morning, Al had stepped into the room where the woman was. The door opened slowly. This woman's body was seen lying stiff, the bite wound on her neck had disappeared. Al then smoothed her appearance back to how it was, just like when he found it. Then took her to where he found her in the middle of the forest and put her stiff body there. "Hope you can sleep peacefully," said Al with a wrinkled face. Seeing this woman's rigid body made him feel sympathy. Not without reason, because in his body is still flowing human blood. Al is indeed a vampire, but to be more precise a hybrid vampire.

The blood goblins are strong compared to the green goblins, one of them can reach the strength of a ogre knight, the red goblins are smart and sophisticated, they understand the ancient language and answer through drawing. That's why Ahmet went to negotiate with them before making an attack, their leader was a little different from the rest, he was bigger in size and had a lot of scars, he must have fought a lot of battles, there were two guards next to him who seemed to be magicians, Ahmet addressed the commander saying I am here to make a deal with you ,

It feels like I am reaching my limit to live. "Anything for you, Sol," She calmly looked at me before going back to admiring the blood flowing in my blue veins. "It's something I really need to do. You see, I am a helsing. But the thing is, I don't really know who I am anymore. I feel different, Atlas. I feel odd." "Isn't that what blood slaves always feel?" "I don't know? Is it?"

Like she was very much familiar with this ancient being she knew nothing about. He didn't lash out at her, he had a calm look when he took his gaze the floor to her, then me, “I think it's high time I introduce myself to the Clifford family,” His eyes pointing daggers at me. He did know us so well. He had been watching us up close, “It shocks me to say that the one who I seek dwells amongst the humans and I, myself, lived with them,” He gestured to the bloodstains, “On this spot was were your daughter and I came to through a portal she, herself created. This is the Rose of my ex lover's last bloodline, I believe. This blood I had drained out to fill in mine out of the growing bound I shared

Her knees buckled, and she felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sudden surge. Kael’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping her shoulder with an iron strength that made her wince. “Step back!” he commanded, voice low but resonant, reverberating through the clearing. Rowan stepped closer, arms raised slightly, calm but firm. “Do not let them provoke you. Stand still. Control you’re…” He stopped, realizing that she couldn’t control the surge. Dante’s grin was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Relaxing isn’t an option right now,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.”

"A rogue Blood-born. A massive, corrupted entity that had somehow slipped completely through our peripheral vanguard lines without tripping a single alarm ward." Garick’s dark eyes narrowed, his protective alpha instincts flaring as he looked at the map. "My daughter is one of the fastest warriors on the perimeter, Riheirk. How did a single rogue creature manage to catch her by surprise?" "Because it didn't behave like a rogue, Garick," Riheirk explained, his blue eyes turning dark and icy as he recalled the geometry of the strike. "Blood-born are inherently chaotic beasts. They are driven by a blind, animalistic hunger—they run, they screech, they stampede. But this creature? It was complet

I have never seen a magical construct move with such fluid, human-like precision. "This is my personal defense golem, Shadow!" Caelan boasts proudly, beating his small chest. "Uncle Lucien had the grand artificers in the Royal Dominion forge her for my seventh moon-blessing! If any rogue blood hunter breaks into the citadel, Shadow rips their limbs off!" Caelan quickly pulls a small control crystal from his leather belt, rapidly tapping a sequence of ancient runes into the surface. A soft chime echoes through the chamber, and the golem’s red light shifts to a warm, gentle gold.

But as she turned to climb back up, the air behind the wall shifted an exhale, ancient and deep. Dust drifted from the carvings. Somewhere inside the stone, something stirred. The Sleeper was not a myth. It was waking. And the Blood Kingdom would never be the same again.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

No other element had the power to destroy the magic of death. The blood magic was different. It only worked on the living. A blood mage could tap into the blood and use it in a hundred different ways. The most common way to use blood magic was to pull it out of the body. Shamans striking from the shadows and creating chaos and despair among the dwarf warriors. Much like what goblin warriors did with the devil stone bullets. Blood would find its way out, gushing from the pores, eyes, nose, ears, and all other possible orifices on a person. Pouring out until there was no blood left.