Blood Song Novels & Stories

I screamed, lunging forward. But I was stopped mid-stride. A wall of invisible force, cold as a tombstone, slammed into my chest, throwing me back. I watched in horror as the black liquid solidified into jagged, obsidian chains. This was the **Blood-Binding**. I could see the chains sinking into Rowan’s skin, not just cutting his flesh, but hooking into his very essence. Rowan let out a sound that broke my heart. It wasn't the roar of a Beast. It was the choked, rattling cry of a man being hollowed out from the inside.

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.

she laughed loudly like a maniac. Suddenly her iris disappeared and her eyes turned white. She took a small blade and cut into her Arm., blood magic was the darkest form of dark magic. It took a toll on the person using the magic and had dire consequences. “Sanguinem lunae… corda vestra mihi!” Our pack members began to drop on the ground one by one and began to convulse coughing out a green liquid from their throats. They were dying in an excruciatingly painful manner.

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,"