Blood Of Bahamut Ds Novels & Stories

"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!"

The scent of her blood was making him loose control of his senses enough and he knew himself. This blood was going to control him from no on.. He couldn't tell just why yet but it was going to. And if he were unable to keep her by his side, he would have to live with he fact that he would keep living his manor this way anytime he were to perceive the scent of her blood. "What are you doing here?" Damian said coldly on walking towards where he stood, keeping a few centimeters difference between them. His were-soldiers gathered, and a gamma who was higher than the other soldiers stood beside him, awaiting his orders on what to do to the unarmed man.

I kept moving, scanning the tables and rows of equipment until my eyes fell on a particularly familiar folder. It was the Blood Moon file. The very one I’d stolen from Dominic’s study and handed over to Varen. The pages were open and yellow sticky notes scribbled with Varen’s messy handwriting littered the margins. I skimmed through the pages, my eyes darting from line to line. “The raid on my mother’s village…” “The moment Alissa cursed Gregory Bloodhound…” From what I could gather, that bubbling black serum was the key to making Varen immortal. But he was missing something. An ancient magic that he needed to perfect his little experiment.

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

I asked. "Dhampire? Oh, it's not a word, it's a name, referring to the children who are born from a vampire and a human. It's retrieved from the Balkan language. If the child is a boy, they call it 'Dhmapire', if it's a girl, 'Dhampiresa'. Based on their folklore, a dhampire is said to be extremely filthy, he or she has either a snub nose, like a bat or worse, no nose at all," Cammie paused for a break and took a sip of her fruit drink then she continued. "And in the Bulgarian legends, folklore has it that a dhampire must also feed on human blood to sustain its existence. In Serbian tales, the dhampire has an oversized head and a small body with no shadow. Other myths say that those dhampire

Unawares he straightaway lowered his hands, and the sound halted. It stunned me to see this. It was all happening in a snap. He jerked the dust off the book and put it down, and opened it with a flash glistening in my eyes. "From Golden words to the enmity of blood, to break Lisa's curse, you have to live her heart-wrenching wounds." He handed me a pendant with blue crystal wrapped around the chain. "Go! You're my last hope, Irene." His words... It made me feel as if I was in the act of emotional history. My one choice would decide the fate of this island.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Not splashing. Not spilling. Moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something alive. My breath catches sharply in my throat as the thin streak of dried crimson begins to lift from the stone surface, peeling upward in a smooth ribbon that coils through the air like silk caught in an invisible current. “What..” I whisper. Leviath does not look at the blood. He looks at me. “This,” he says calmly, “is Blood Dominion.” The ribbon of blood twists gently between his fingers, suspended effortlessly, responding to the smallest flick of his wrist as though it obeys instinct rather than command.