Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Bang! A cloud of blood light burst out from Caspian's fingertip, and in that instant, the oncoming monsters' heads exploded. Then, the blood-colored light swept across and slashed a wolf-like monster into half at its waist. The wild-like monster whimpered, and its body fell into two places as the warm organs and blood splattered everywhere. The sight of it was terrifying.

I replied, then started explaining, “They have the bloody eyes, so vicius and heartless on killing their victim! I...was searching for them for justice, they have to pay the price of their sin!” Dana couldn't believe it and could only hugged her, said in low voice of fully of pain, “That was so dangerous, yet you were determined. How can I help you? Just tell me everything about this Monsters!” Mariya sighed, “The Monsters...has this blade that shine bloodily, and they even bite as if thirsty.” Dana could only cover her mouth and her eyes welled up in tears. She suddenly shaken in fear, “That...that was the Blood-thirst!”

Suddenly I hear loud screams, I try to look through the peep hole in the passage wall and I see mom torn into half by a hairy monster . Her blood was everywhere, the monster was growling with mom's blood dripping from it's huge mouth.I was speechless,too scared to do anything,not too long after I hear the cracking of bones and I find the bodies of my dad and brother lifeless on the ground with their blood splattered everywhere.

To this. “What else would a monster like you want from someone like me?” she asked, voice a whisper meant to cut. I didn't hesitate. “Your blood.” “Why?” I let her rot in the silence. Let her spiral in it. Because the truth spoken too early has no weight. Her voice shook when it came again, trying to bite, trying to wound. “Of course. That's all I am to people like you. Blood. Bone. Obedience. So what is it this time, huh? You want a souvenir before I rot? Or maybe you think drinking me will fix whatever half-breed monster your parents stitched together?”

I can't let this monster get away with this. I lung forward towards Craig. I catch him off guard, and begin to pound him as hard as I can. I can feel my hand begin to bleed. But it's too late. Nothing can stop me. The only person that could is lying dead behind me. I smile to myself as I see blood spurt from Craig's head. I begin to unleash the monster within me.

At least I hope because if the way that I need cock more than my next breath, and the cramps that have been shredding my womb so hard I barely made the distance is practice; I can’t imagine how bad the real version of this is. I nod and arc my whole body to his when he all but dives on me and the bed. His torso granting the friction I didn’t know I needed while his mouth sucks one of the scent glands and pulse points on my neck. “I won’t bite you, Witch, but taking my blood is the only way your little body is going to survive how hard I’m about to fuck it…….” 32: Ayame - My Monster

Just then, the monster howled once again, "Blood for the Blood God, Skull for the Skull Throne!" The heavily wounded monster began to wave its cleaver, striking his own body as copious amounts of blood gushed out onto the blade. At the same time, an overwhelming spiritual energy burst out of the monster and surged out to its surroundings. Elsa, who was at least fifty meters away, could not hold her footing and stumbled backward from the pressure. Ryder was in complete shock. He held his dagger in front of him, his expression growing solemn. A second later, the monster pulled the cleaver out of its belly. The cleaver had turned from bright red to dark red now, burning with a red spirit flame.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I