Blood Shades Novels & Stories

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

The minute she is directly in front of me, I jump on her and attack first. As I stab her torso and then her head, I notice something quite strange. She doesn’t bleed red like anything else I have ever known. Instead, it is black, black like her eye sockets and her nonexistence of a soul. If I could describe it, her blood feels like it is cold and wet, but like sludge, because when I insert my knife in, it kind of sits there stuck before I am able to pull it out.

I watch in absolute horror as a thin line of crimson blood trickles down Aichonne's neck, matching the path of Celine's silver blade. The sight is an aberration; a cruel unnatural reflection that defies the laws of nature and it chills my blood more than the frozen winds of the Frostpeak Highlands ever could.

Lydon sneered and said, “Plan? Advantage? Hahaha, everyone in the Shade Guild can do as we please. To put it bluntly, what do I care about the Shade Guild’s plan? I've never cared for such things!” With that said, a cloud of blood mist exploded from Lydon’s body again, and his face grew paler. The blood mist around them seemed to have a mind of its own and started to absorb the surrounding energy. Some practitioners with low levels were drawn in by the blood mist, and their blood started draining away! The blood from the surrounding people who were accidentally injured or died during the fight drained away too. Even Licht, who was fighting Norman, started bleeding from his wounds. This stran

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

The strange man sighed and folded his hands behind him. "My name is Xavier",he said and bowed his head a little at her. "And I'm a Shade" Layla frowned. A Shade? What did he mean? "Shadow warrior",Xavier said when he noticed the confusion in her eyes. "I'm a Shadow warrior, from the bloodline of the Ancient Shades. Shades are rare creatures who have the ability to become invisible, manipulate shadows and travel through time and space. Even into people's dreams" Layla's eyes flashed. So that's how he was able to get into her dreams, she thought.

I’ve got nothing to lose, I’ve basically lost everything already if this doesn’t work, so fuck it. “What is your price?” I asked. “We want blood. Your blood is pure, not tainted. We don’t want it all, but we want some.” They hissed. Blood? That’s it? I was expecting much worse than a little blood. Hell, I lose blood at every ritual, and every time Ramses decides to sink his fangs into me. Blood was nothing to me. I looked around and broke a low hanging tree branch off, taking the jagged end of the branch and slicing my hand open. The Shadows instantly surrounded my hand, greedily sucking the blood from it, while the ones on the ground lapped up any that spilled.