Blood Sea Novels & Stories

They could take it away boldly. Now that the sea of blood suddenly woke up, it must have changed as Eldest Senior Brother had said! "Stay, stay, here!" The will of the sea of blood roared. How could it tolerate those cultivators taking away its flesh and blood. "Humph!" Seeing this, the three of them summoned their treasures to protect themselves. However, the will of the sea of blood was too powerful and terrifying. It was condensed from filthy things. In other words, it could contaminate everything in the world!

If the cave is this big, then how big Drayar vampires are! The nowhere sea is the sea which is at the end of the world, facing hell. It has a huge gate that can't be unlocked unless some spoiled blood is offered. And the vampires possess spoiled blood, the blood of the devil. That's why humans can't see it's position on the map. The place is always clouded and thundering and rainstorms are the common occurings there.

To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood. It was around midnight when Sarah left the gym. She handed her card over to the receptionist so she could record her session. Upon signing out, she sauntered to the elevator and rode it so she could reach the parking area which is five floors up. "Ting!" The elevator bell sounded and the metal doors gradually opened. Sarah alighted and strolled to her red BMW. "Aaarrrggghhh!... Aaarrrggghhh!" She was halfway across to her car when Sarah felt extreme pain emanating from her belly which forced her to grasp her abdomen.

She tried to concentrate enough to will the sky to return to its previous state, but to her astonishment, it only darkened even further. "What's going on?" Adea muttered to herself. She soon realized the water felt thicker than before. She turned her head over to look at the water. It was almost too dark to see clearly, but the substance in which she lied had become thick and dark in color like maroon. At first, Adea thought it was merely reflecting the obscure light of the heavens above her, but it did not take long to realize the horrifying truth: the water had turned to blood.

I went to aunt Margret's room to rest a bit. "I had a good time with you last night. Will like to do that often if you don't mind. The rice and beans were killing.." I heard Adams voices in my head through the mind link, and I shook. His voice stirred up all kinds of forbidden emotions in me that I knew I needed to be careful. He was the next King, he was a Blood, and he was engaged. It was a big red light.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I bet he is jerking off at the thought. “My queen, are you ok?” I look at the sentinel and nod my head as I push up and swim away from my sleeping family. The waters are dark and cold. No more than usual. I swim to the entrance to the hidden kingdom and pass the bioluminescent jelly fish and plants and out into the open water. The moon beams her silver light into the water. Making the seas look mysterious and enticing.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

The aftermath was a heavy, stinging hangover of adrenaline and cold wind. “Look,” Bianca whispered, her voice a hollow rasp. She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling. Dante turned. The horizon was empty. The fleet was gone. But the Atlantic was no longer a sea. It was a black, undulating mass of infection. The "Serum" code was rewriting the biology of the deep. Bianca looked down at her own hands. Under the salt and the black grease, her veins were beginning to pulse with a faint, incandescent amber light.

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.