Blood Song Novels & Stories

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.

Singing his song was one way I could gain entrance into our chamber and know what was the matter. So I resumed his song, singing it at my best and throwing each step with calculated caution. Upon getting to our door, my blood seized, a heavy ding opened in my head and my eyes almost bulged out as I beheld the bloodied scene. My entire chamber was littered with blood bath… Brian was licking the pool of blood on the floor now. His entire face was bloodied like a vampire. A maiden was on the floor, obviously lifeless as blood kept trickling from her rear. Nothing would have made me scream if not for what I saw next.

” he asked and turned on the radio before I could reply. let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco. It was the same song he played when we went hiking on Monday. Our song. So we sang along as he drove, and my mind drifted back to Monday. Before the blood moon. Before the chaos and deaths. Before the walls of my life crumbled. Many things happened before the blood moon. And the days went by too quickly. But the days after the blood moon moved slowly. It was still the second day, but I felt depleted as someone who mourned for a year.

"Can’t… can’t hold it back much longer. The song is loud. So loud." Failure isn’t just the Unraveler returning. It’s this. The Primordial Blood seeping into the Null Garden’s roots. Corrupting Eos’s children from the inside out. Turning their bright, fragile potential into… into that oozing horror on the wall. Billions lost if the Unraveler wins? Worse. Billions unmade, twisted into screaming abominations if this Blood takes hold. The sheer, vile wrongness of it coils in my gut, thick and suffocating. Can’t breathe. The air tastes metallic, charged, like before a lightning strike that never comes.

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I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he