Blood Shades Novels & Stories

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

I try to exit the darkness but there’s an invisible barrier preventing us from returning to my body. ‘Shadows, I call to you. Let me go back to my living body’. ‘There is a price that must be paid for safe passage’, a shaky voice tells me. How the hell can shadows talk? ‘Do not question the how. Are you prepared to pay?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you offer?’ ‘You demand blood payments, yes?’ This is what Jasper is going to use to overcome Richard in the shadow world. ‘I offer you a pint of my blood now, and once I am healed, I will give you a further pint’. I tell the shadows.

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

“Who.” The air dropped in an instant. Breath froze in their lungs, every candle guttering but never quite dying. The chamber seemed to fold inward, as if the walls themselves bent closer, pressing down on their ribs. Then, with a groan that echoed like bones breaking, the seal cracked. From its heart spilled shadow — but not like theirs. Not crow-black. Not familiar. This shadow was older, heavier, soaked in memory. Its edges gleamed red as if dipped in fire. A feather emerged. Long. Brittle. Stained faintly with blood.

Either way, she did not like the way she was feeling at the moment. The main factor that contributes to her build-up anxiety has to be the incident that happened last night. Thinking about it makes her blood run cold. She can still feel his emotionless eyes glaring at her, and his hatred radiating even from afar. If by chance, he'd show up in front of her today, Giselle would gladly embrace death. "Oh, my goodness. No way!" Yvonne could choke in her own surprise.

Sapphira didn't know what sort of help Katrice might need, but she was more than happy to oblige, considering she didn't know many people who would give her an entire outfit for free. Sapphira took a longer route home, so she could drop her bags home before returning the car. The woods were peaceful at this time of day, waiting for the sun to set and the moon to rise. The sky shone pink through the trees, and she caught sight of a couple of wolves on patrol as she pulled up the drive to her cabin. As she slammed the car door shut, two yellow eyes peered out of the bushes. "Yes, boys?" Sapphira smiled.

I vomited blood and all sorts kind of things, and before I knew it, my body started becoming more and my eyes were closing. "Help!!!" I whispered before I suddenly passed out, two of my hands on the tarred road while my face was facing the sky.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic