Blood Song Novels & Stories

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

A crooked neon sign buzzed above the door: LE SANG VERT The Green Blood. His fists clenched. His heartbeat slowed — deep, deliberate, hungry. The wind shifted. Cypress branches groaned overhead. And the voice curled through his mind again, silk wrapped in poison: “You’ve taken your first taste, Rio… but you’re nowhere near ready for what comes

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

Even the torches mounted on the walls seemed to burn lower, their flames bending as though straining to catch every word. --- The Elders, in unison (Elder Valerian): “Sanguis vocat sanguinem. Vinculum aeternum, vinculum in nocte.” [“Blood calls to blood. An eternal bond, a bond in the night.”] Their voices were not harmonious—layered, echoing like the voice of a single ancient beast with many throats. --- Cassian lowered his hands but did not lower his voice. His tone deepened, echoing against the marble.

She entered the room and panted. The room was dark but a half wolf sight that Sonya had, helping her to get the vision of the objects inside clearly. She saw some carcass of dead bodies of animals. Those dead animals were hanging upside down. Sonya gasped and she was terrified by those sights. They were killed and their blood was dripped into a big tank as its container. Sonya covered her mouth with a hand. ‘It’s a blood bank for those vampires. It seems that they keep the blood for their consumption in this room.’

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.

His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal. He was unable to keep his eyes shut as he observed from cover in the dark corners of the boat. The garbage around him didn't block the pungent odor of Gabriel’s blood. The vision of his older brother, Gabriel's dead body had replaced the scent of fish and rubbish, and it now became the source of his urge to throw up everything inside of his stomach.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

Both had become one, two sides of the same damned coin, singing in shrill pitch to the darkening heavens above, swearing their oath to reconcile the kingdoms of Hastur. I craned my neck to the side to check on Hank and Bobby. Hank stood in a crooked manner, his bass slung low almost to his knees, playing feverishly as he shook his head in time to the notes. At first, I thought he was caught up in the thrash of the song, but when we hit the end of the measurement, I could hear him screaming in agony. A dark stream of blood dripped down the side of his bass. Bobby’s eyes and nose bled. Every time he struck his snare, blood sprayed outward, caking his cymbals like a dark Pollock painting. He lo

I WALK INTO MY HOUSE, THE DOOR clicking shut behind me as I let my backpack drop onto the couch with a soft thud. My mind's a jumbled mess, and all I can think about is Chloe and what she's going through. I head straight for the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to grab a bottle of tangy animal blood. The cool liquid is just what I need right now.