Blood Samurai Novels & Stories

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

The same surprise that flits through my system can be seen mirrored on Dracula’s face before irritation takes over. Ignoring the warning look that the announcer throws her way, Samara continues speaking to the ancient vampire as if he was nothing. “You can’t just pull people off of the streets and then sell them like they are commodities in a store.” Disgust takes over her face as she looks from one man to the other. “I am a person, not a work of art that can be auctioned and sold to the highest bidder.”

he adds, licking his lips with his disgusting snake tongue. Now, I can't help the shudder that leaves me. Samirah wraps an orange band around my arm and feels for a vein. When she finds one she's satisfied with, she gets out the needle and gently pokes it into the vein. She takes a couple vials of blood before Amon hands her…a teacup. I continue to fight back the tears as she screws the part at the end of the little tube, and my blood freely flows into the cup. She only stops when it's damn near spilling over. She hands it back to Amon, takes a piece of gauze, pulls the needle out of my arm, and puts a bandage over the top.

Doctor Romena stated as he helped Ivana get to her seat. Sammy bend his head, his mind in a whirlpool. He sniffed then take a deep breath. He raised his head up, took Ivana's hand in his, then looked at the doctor. “Am I compatible to my son? What is the result of my blood test?” Sammy asked. “Unfortunately, no sir, you are in different blood group,” Dr. Romena said. Sammy leaned back on the chair as he sighed exasperatedly. He was tired of seeing Ivana suffering, he knows how much that child means to the both of them. He was ready to donate his heart, but unfortunately, he can because of the blood group.