Blood Reign Anime Novels & Stories

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

Silver that could kill pack wolves, could tip the battle in Fenris’s favor. “Not today, Satan,” Selene muttered, changing direction. She and Kira crashed into the rogues heading for the armory doors. It was messy, brutal, nothing like the controlled sparring she’d done with Dorian. This was survival. A rogue caught Kira across the ribs, deep enough to make her scream. “KIRA!” “I’M FINE!” Blood poured from the wound, but Kira kept fighting. “Just a scratch…BEHIND YOU!”

I’ve lost too much blood and it’ll take another miracle for me to survive this and I’m guessing I’m all out of miracles. “I’m sorry…” I whispered. With tears in my eyes, I let go of his hand. He tried to hold on but the blood on my arms made it hard for him to hold on. I closed my eyes as I felt my hand slipping from his grip. The fear of feeling nothing beneath my feet scared me. As the last bit of Yukio’s strength faded, I let gravity take me. “Sayori!” I heard Yukio’s shout echo throughout the ravine. His voice was louder than the sound of the waterfall. I felt my back hit the water and everything went dark.

The head thought so, but the soft body in his arms had an attraction like never before that made Riven completely unable to move. Brawen's throat was dry with thirst. Damn, every time you get seriously injured, lose a lot of blood or exceed a small limit, your body will crave blood. Brawen wanted to stop, but her lips kept finding Riven's neck. Eirc's blood is very fragrant, it is like a mixture of 1/5 pure blood and 4/5 human blood. It really drives her crazy. Just as the tip of his tongue was about to glide over Riven's wound, the infinity thread caught his eye and Brawen froze. She can't do that, even if she dies, she can't.

I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama. My brother had brought the water, I knelt before mama, listening aptly to her instructions. I did all she had told me, taking precarious steps not to forget any procedures. My brother would watch attentively as an amateur doctor does in a practical examination. The bleeding stopped – I yelled in utmost confusion. “Mama, the bleeding stopped!” I yelled almost losing my voice. “I knew you could do it” she replied in a weak tone. “Is mama going to be alright?” my brother asked with darting eyes.

Diana thought to herself. Vero looked at her worriedly, "She will die! Her Majesty will die if she continues to bleed!!!" Vero tries to stop her. But in vain because Diana's power does not allow anyone to interfere with her. Diana kept clenching her fists, making every blood in her body gush out. "You did it again," Allan thought. Slowly, the wounds on Rai and Pine's chests closed as Diana's blood flow decreased. This body absorbs Diana's blood and heals all wounds.

Reyna I can’t hold it in. A scream tears through me, raw and gut-wrenching, slicing the tranquillity of the morning into jagged shards of reality. My voice rips through the air, a desperate cry for something—sanity, forgiveness, a rewind button to undo whatever horror I’ve just wrought. Malachi and Rune burst onto the balcony, their faces twisted in confusion and growing horror as they take in the scene: my bloodied hands, Cassian’s limp body, and the ever-rising plumes of my purple flames surrounding me like malevolent spirits.

The blade caught the pale light, gleaming silver and deadly. Paige gasped, jerking back slightly. “Raymond…” “Trust me,” I said, my voice low but steady. I turned the blade toward myself and, without flinching, sliced across my palm. Blood welled instantly, dark and rich. The metallic scent filled the clearing, mingling with the lingering smoke. She stared at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” I extended my bleeding hand toward her. “Giving you proof.” When she didn’t move, I took her wrist gently and lifted her hand. “Your blood carries power,” I murmured. “Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”

“Ready to forget him?” She bit her lip, blood dripping to the altar. “If it keeps this world alive… yes.” A roar erupted, storm-fierce. Blood streams converged from all directions, coiling around her, crushing. Pain — but her eyes held only resolve. Outside, Lucien felt each pulse of agony — their bond severing. He screamed, sound lost in the bloodstorm. He roared, transformed — black wings tore the air, eyes crimson. The Awakened Blood King returned.