Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

She looked at it and immediately stiffened. “‘Kraden rises again… blood must awaken the gate…’” she read aloud. Her fingers trembled. “Eden… this is ancient blood magic. The kind no one dares use anymore. That sigil—it's not from any of the Twelve Claws. It's the Thirteenth.” “I know,” I said. “And I found it burned into the temple wall where Dalen died.” Her face paled. “We need to tell Ferris. Right now.”

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

"I said I will do it. I will drink her blood." With a swift, cruel motion, he sliced open her wrist with his sabre-like claws, and the metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils. I felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over me, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. I watched in horror as the blood flowed from Elaine's wound, and Atlas cupped her hand, forcing her blood into my mouth.

Satan sounded as if he was hurt deeply but next moment his eyes turned darker and his thin pink lips stretched into an evil smirk. "I will cut this." Satan holds his penis and cut it into two pieces with the cutter. White liquid gushed out of it with a foul smell. Albert fainted and Satan left him with disappointment. "I thought he is a man but it turned out that he is a little tiger who could only use his little paws." Satan let out an evil chuckle. Blood, pee, and white liquid covered the floor. Satan removed gloves and handed them to Roy. He walked to his room and washed his hands. After changing his blood-stained clothes he left.

“That is power.” Before she could question him further, he grabbed her wrist tightly. She tried to pull back, but she did not have the strength to resist. “I need your blood,” he said coldly. “My blood? For what?” she asked, panic rising in her voice. “We are not finished,” he said calmly. He pulled out a sharp blade and cut her wrist without hesitation. Blood flowed out quickly and dripped into a stone pot placed beside him. Clara cried out in pain. At first she was shocked to see how the ritual worked with blood. Several other pots were arranged in a circle around the ritual site. Each one contained blood of different shades.

Black claws elongate from his fingers, glinting in the sunlight. "R-Rhydar?" I gasp, panic clawing through my chest. A guttural retch rips from his throat. Blood splashes onto the stone path, and my stomach flips. No... Goddess, no. Are the sigils harming him already?

I questioned, expressing my concerns. "Zkoll, we have to prepare ourselves," Satano replied, his voice filled with urgency. "As you know, my clan is the only one with a CLAIRVOYANT among all ten clans. This means we have access to information that others do not. According to our CLAIRVOYANT, we need to be ready because a powerful creature is approaching, and it poses a significant threat. Additionally, based on my investigation, the vampire king has recently awakened. Whether you like it or not, we need to be prepared." Upon hearing Satano's explanation, I immediately agreed with him. It was clear that we needed to take action. I called for an immediate meeting so that we could discuss this

Bronx asked, annoyed he was going to have to go get them. “To soak the straps in and to ensure he doesn't heal. I need to drain his blood.” Satine said as she twirled the amber bottle in her hand. “Ok…then what happens?” Bronx asked, making a weird face. “We begin draining his blood tonight. Slowly. It is supposed to put him into an elevated state. Then when the blood moon is highest in the sky tomorrow night. The moon stream of light will fall through the window and on to his body. At the moment I need him to bite me and sink this blade into his heart.” Satine said, putting down the amber vial and holding up a knife.

Clara sighed and decided that maybe she could fix its bindings before returning them. She picked up the loosened page, and unlike the burnt one which she had read last night, this one did really belong to the book. And there she found an almost faded sketch of a gilded hand with fingers that were slender and nails that looked more like claws. It seemed to be holding a heart, dripping blood collected into a pool beneath it.

“You saw only part of the truth. Come and tell me what you make of the rest.” I watched as his nail lengthened into a claw. He pressed the tip against the palm of his hand and carved a line through his flesh. Crimson blood spilled into the water, melting like bursts of bright ink. It was his payment for the information he desired, but why was his blood special? “Show her the past,” He chanted in a low, smooth voice. “Show her the truth.” Leaning over the bowl, I stared into the liquid as it rippled. My haggard reflection morphed into an image of that night. The night the demons were released into the world.