Blood Golem Novels & Stories

the Black Being smiled bitterly to himself. "But you'll have to kill me first before you can be so sure!" he raged suddenly. The next moment he bit into his flesh and spat out blood that became a bubble that enclosed the Bloody Red Humanoid figure. then he stepped backward attempting to flee. "No–no–no–no! What is this? Am I so weak that I can't teleport!" The black being grumbled. However, In the next moment, the blood bubble weakened enough to reveal it was been continuously swallowed by an open mouth inside the bubble. A moment later the bubble was gone. It had been absorbed by the Bloody Red Humanoid figure.

The gold ichor at her feet pulsed in answer, its presence suddenly more deliberate, less erratic than it had been a moment before. Celeste stared at the word for a long moment, the blood still humming in the seal, the corridor now silent except for the low hum of the academy’s wards trying to steady themselves. The word looked like a promise carved into stone: Divine Hemokenesis. The name was ugly, practical, and terrifyingly accurate. She had taken divine blood—god-blood—and held it in place, forcing it to bend to her will through the power of her blood magic instead of brute force. The ability was exactly what she had done instinctively, raised to a new, sharper level.

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

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.

Its eyes glowed with a menacing light, ready to challenge anyone who dared to approach the elemental stones. Amelia stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, harnessing the fire within her, and summoned a flame in her palm. The golem's gaze shifted towards her, its stone body creaking as it prepared for battle. The ground shook as the golem charged, its massive fists aimed at Amelia. With agility and quick reflexes, she evaded its strikes, her flames leaving trails of heat in the air. "Take this!" Markas shouted, launching an arrow imbued with wind magic at the golem's knee. The golem staggered for a moment, giving Amelia the opportunity to strike. She channeled