Blood Manipulation Novels & Stories

It took several minutes before I found something. A section near the middle of the book had been marked with a thin ribbon. The handwriting there was different. Still elegant, but older. Another Cantari. My pulse quickened as I began reading. The abilities described below appear rarely within the Cantari bloodline. They are powerful, unpredictable, and dangerous when untrained. My eyes moved faster down the page. The most commonly recorded manifestation is hemokinesis. Blood manipulation. My breath caught slightly. So I wasn’t imagining it. The next several pages described the ability in careful detail.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Poor thing, didn’t know what was coming ahead for him. In another moment, there was a splash of blue colored liquid all over the man’s hands and his already stained clothes, along with some of the drops falling on the ground, while a whole lot of stream was flowing into the bowl containing red blood. The animal was butchered mercilessly, and the blue liquid was it’s blood. The man filled the blood bowl with that blue blood, and threw away the dead creature. Putting his one hand into the bowl and mixing the contents, he kept on chanting the words, which were first coming out

I looked at Vaughn but he was looking at his folded hands. "That's shameless, I really shouldn't have helped him when his family was in danger in the woods." Amoranda ordered angrily. I sighed. "You can't blame him, he was also imprisoned in the camp for several years. There is plenty of food but lack of freedom." "But, Serenity. She has no right. She put her hands gently on Thalias head as her hands started to glow in white, "You have the power to weaken someone's ability and I, Anatia will grant you the power to solidify the manipulate blood, use this to fight against the darkness that's coming."

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

He could manipulate the blood flow within Kate to make her immoveable for a while. He pecked over her lips and lifted Kate' chin up to nibble for a while, she giggled with the ticklish touch. Zoravec could see that her movements were becoming slow and steady. Kate's bodily language grew a bit lazy due to the blood flow manipulation. "Do you like it?"

"You little tramp! So it's you. Don't bother denying it. Your outfit gives it away!" Remembering the last life, I trembled. "It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Please, look carefully. Are you sure it was me?" The man snorted. "What's wrong? You were so cocky when you were bragging about being the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Now you're scared?" I shook my head and looked at Maeve. "Haven't you been using my car these past few days?" Before Maeve could reply, the man barked, "Shut up! It's definitely you! You can't run now!"

Sleep State Confirmed. Marcus opened his eyes. The Chrome Diamonds gleamed in the dim light. He raised his hands, staring at the faded, blood-stained athletic tape wrapped around his knuckles. Slowly, silently, he let his silver mana bleed out from his core, soaking into the fabric. The tape shifted, turning into a metallic, liquid state. The Liquid Silver hardened, forming invisible, dense brass knuckles over his skin.

The operative moved in response to direct order. Finally committing to action. But too late, the optimal moment already passed. I was already inside the decision window, already positioned where his responses would be compromised. My hand came up, Not to strike or block, To redirect with minimal force. A subtle shift of his wrist, barely visible manipulation. A change in angle of his incoming strike. And suddenly— His movement wasn't his anymore, wasn't under his control. It belonged to me, redirected into a vector I chose. I turned with his momentum rather than against it.

I said to Amiel. “You still can, dear. There are many points through which magic flows in your body. Basically, there are only three; mind, hands, and blood. You’ve used the first two a lot. The second one is weaker when compared to the other two. It is basically a means of channeling magic created by means of the other two. But it is also capable of creating its own magic called ‘manus magic’. And as it happens that a woman’s mental strength is normally consumed by her pregnancy as she constantly battles to make sure she successfully delivers. This brings you down to the last means; the blood magic which is far superior to mental magic and manus magic.”