Blood Manipulation Novels & Stories

"Effortless is too strong. But easier. More natural. Like the blood was doing something it recognized." "Because it did recognize it," Mara said. "The training we have been doing — the control, the direction, the extended reach — these are mechanical. Developing the mechanics of something that has a purpose it was built for." She looked at me steadily. "The blood was built for healing. When you directed it toward an actual wound, in a living person, the blood understood the assignment in a way that the exercises cannot replicate because the exercises are approximations and Corrin's hand was the real thing."

"You will not move as well, and you shall answer every question I ask you." The man was surprised to find himself nodding. It was like he had no control over his body. His mind and body were working in contrast to each other. "Explain my husband's state to me." She demanded. "The king is unstable." The man gasped as he found himself spilling the truth. But he just couldn't stop himself. "We have injected him with poison that should be more than enough to kill him. He was weakened at first. But when we continued injecting him, it was as if something awakened in him. It is as if he has a natural defense within him. Something in him sensed the danger and came out to defend him. We don't even un

Aarya and I will be there in a minute,’ I replied. A sigh escaped my lips as I surveyed the evidence we had collected, carefully tucking it into my pocket. The outcome of this meeting had the power to reshape our strategies against the elusive forces that attempting to harm us. We had recently unearthed a significant revelation concerning the man who had tried to abduct Aarya. To our astonishment, he was a human with supernatural blood coursing through his veins. Different types of blood were infused in him with powerful magic, which made it difficult to identify in initial tests. There were some vital indicators hidden beneath the magic. Someone twisted his internal structure to make him a

But just before it could strike, a sick, mocking smirk spread across Manuel's face. No. Something was wrong. "Reel your energy back in, Damon!" I yelled running forward, but it was too late. The moment the burst of energy reached Manuel, it was violently reflected and redirected straight back at Damon. I watched in horror as Damon was shoved violently through the stone walls, his own energy crashing directly into his chest.

A concussive wave of pure resonance blasted forward, tearing up bits of dust from the ring and sending them spiraling into the air. Elias didn't flinch. His eyes were narrowed, his focus absolute, as if the entire world had shrunk to just him and the wave of energy rushing toward him. Humans had spent centuries perfecting core manipulation because they didn't have the luxury of a beast's strength, they had learned to make every ounce of power count. As the wave neared, Elias swept his hand in a graceful, circular motion. He didn't block the force, he redirected it, turning Kael's strength against him.

"What did you do to my body? Swap us back!" Julia laughed, covering her mouth. "Why would I? Your body works just fine for me! Aren't you still fooling around with Norman anyway? How does it feel to be a homewrecker?" She looked at me with a mocking grin. I lost it and shoved her aside. Julia stumbled, and her hand hit the side of a pot of boiling soup. A big blister instantly appeared on her hand. Julia screamed, "Ah…! My hand! It hurts!"

Queen Amelia holds up her hand and I do the same, allowing Finn to move and press them together as he says, “With the exchange of blood, the Queen transfer ceremony is complete…” I then feel a small wave of power flow through my hand and into me before flowing back the other way through my hand and into Amelia. Finn then takes Adonis’s small foot in his hand, making him whimper in my arms. He uses the knife, again making a very small cut, then re-cut both mine and Amelia’s hands.

said Emily shyly “So, from what I can work out your gift isn’t about healing but its about being able to manipulate a process inside a person’s body. Its only known as a healing gift because most people use it to heal, or that is its easiest application. This all depends on the power of your gift too, the more gifted you are the quicker you can heal. But in theory you can manipulate any process. If your gift is strong enough and you understand how the body works you can make someone move their arm, or you could grow someone’s hair out long, if your gift is strong enough. But you have to be careful with speeding a process because it takes from their own body to make the process happed, to gro

His entire being was radiating darkness and decay. I watched as he violently pushed a woman away. His face contorted uncontrollably with anger. I frowned slightly. Clearly, it was not just his demeanor that had changed. However, none of it compared to the shock of looking at someone who had my face. At first glance, it was terrifying. Upon closer inspection, though, the resemblance was not perfect. Perhaps the plastic surgery had gone too far. Her features were swollen and unnaturally smooth, and even the heavy makeup could not hide the fine scars at the corners of her eyes.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.