Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

At the same time, waves of sizzling sounds could be heard. Then, the surface that came into direct contact with the blood began to turn black. Then, it began to fester and sink. When they saw this scene, both the figures in the black aura and the black shadow who was watching the battle were completely stunned. At the same time, they opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. They made waves of confusion from the bottom of their hearts. "What's going on?" "That's impossible, right?" "What the hell is that kid doing? Did he use his own blood to corrode the lava monster's body?"

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

I stare right into the glowing yellow pupils. I reach my hand to its head, right above the shadow's eyes. With a painful strike, it seeps back into my body, I scream out loud as I feel like my organs are being born apart as the monster moves inside me. I fall to my knees and big my nails as hard as I can to the concrete, but it didn't do much help; I felt the black shadow settle down from the tips of my spin to the end of the backbone, I fall back down to the hard ground. What I would do for a glass of water right now...

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

"Vira'thak zorrin mala'kai." The blood inside their bodies rebelled. It rushed upward, twisting violently within their veins, forcing its way out through their eyes, mouths, and ears. They choked on their own essence, their bodies convulsing as crimson streams poured from every orifice. Then, with a final gurgled breath, they collapsed one by one, their lives pooling beneath them. Good. Didn't Rorden tell them who exactly they were coming to fight? I could take down a whole fucking army in a battle single-handedly. I was the fucking Monster of the North!

"Because if it's just me you caught, then it's a waste. I can't extinguish those monsters; the bond already switched to her once I used her blood to summon those monsters and spread chaos." His head turned to the side, and he spat out blood as my boot landed on his jaw. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with fury when I heard what he said. So the attack on my manor and packhouse that night—the terror that haunted the innocent pups and omegas in Rivermoon Pack—was the work of one person? I reflected on the heaps of lifeless bodies we couldn't rescue and the wolves who had to endure the loss of their mates, pups, and guardians to these monsters.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.

She rushed forward, holding a blood-soaked mass of flesh. Ophelia took one look at it and froze, panic flashing across her face.

"Naomi…" His eyes were red as he took in the bruises on my face. His hand lifted slightly but hesitated, as if afraid that even the slightest touch would hurt me. Then, unable to suppress his fury any longer, he snapped. Teeth clenched, fists tight, he threw punch after punch at the kidnappers, his rage so brutal that no one dared to step in and stop him until, through the pain, I called out to him. "Nathaniel, it hurts." "Nathaniel, stop!"