Blood Virgin: Blood Flame Novels & Stories

I would wield it as a weapon, harness its power to bring justice to those who had wronged me. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, I rode on, deeper into the heart of the Black Woods. The wind whispered my name, a haunting melody that echoed through the trees. My heart, though battered and scarred, pulsed with a determination that could not be extinguished. For in the depths of darkness, where secrets and shadows dance, that's where everything would emerge from. That's where the Vampire's Flower would be buried and a devil would be born. The horse came to a halt as it couldn't enter the forest any further. I got off of it as I walked in the direction of my mother's grave. But, that was w

“I’ve never seen them before.” “Well,” the vampire said, “at least now we know the silver flames are part of the prophecy—and that they can be helpful. More importantly, we know you need to be present in the real world for the upcoming war.” Charlotte leaned in, urgency sharpening her voice. “Do you know anything more about the silver flames... and the prophecy?” The vampire nodded. “The Silver Flame is extremely rare. It’s called the ‘Fire of Death.’ It’s a manifestation of one’s own power, usually surfacing when the person is ready to shed their current body and move into another.”

“They are yet to use this but I guess we now have knowledge of what to expect. This was crafted by Zerathos himself. The little crimson writing matches some of the writing I had spotted on the walls in the cave. It's a dark language for blood rituals.” I sighed. Rituals again. “What does it do?” “What it explodes, it releases a burst of black flame that targets the life essence of anyone unfortunate enough to be close to it. Normal fire burns the flesh, but this…” he shook his head. “This burns from the inside out. The black flame seeps into the victim's body and consumes blood, muscle and bone. Leaving nothing but ash inside. When werewolves fight, adrenaline courses through their veins mak

Black flame flares purple for half a breath, then collapses back into void. The cavern hums louder. “Repeat after me,” she says, her voice low and sharp. “By blood and by ash, I sever all ties but this one.” I swallow. Say it. Feel the words crawl down my throat like glass. She cuts deeper. Pain blooms like lightning up my arm. “By shadow and by flame, I bind my soul to vengeance.” The others begin chanting now—low, guttural tones that don’t sound human. The walls pulse with their voices.

It stung my eyes. Then she stopped. Still as death. The room went cold. “Kneel in blood to see through fire,” she murmured. “What?” She dragged a sharp bone across her palm, hissing, then motioned for me. “Your blood, too, Vittorio. Yours and hers are tied. You want to see her? Then bleed.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the blade, sliced deep into my palm, and let it drip into the flames. The fire roared.

They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care about physics, like rules were optional. The first clash became a chaotic bloodbath, instantly. A massive Lycan warrior swung a broadsword straight for a Vampire soldier’s neck. The Vampire didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He just lifted a hand and a whip of glowing dark-red blood-magic snapped into existence from his palm, shattering the Lycan’s iron blade like it was brittle glass, then slicing clean through the warrior’s armor. “They’re using blood-magic!” Jace’s voice cut through everything. They can manipulate the iron in our blood if they get too close!

Her ears hurt, and her vision was blurry. She saw shapes moving through the smoke—Elara's compromised security teams, coming to finish them off. This was it. Trapped, outgunned, and surrounded. The conspiracy had finally caught up with them. Then Rowan did something Sera had never seen. He reached for Vivienne because they were connected, and she reached back. Their powers came together—witch magic and vampire strength, which were both stronger because of the bond. The combined force exploded outward, a shockwave that threw attackers like toys. "Run!" Rowan shouted, grabbing Sera. "Now!" They ran through the hole the explosion had created, Vivienne beside them.

A surge of heat raced up my spine. Do not run, the voice said. You are waking. I dropped the flashlight. My phone’s screen lit up as I collapsed to my knees. My chest burned—silver, hot, blinding. A shape—massive, ancient—moved through my mind like a shadow tearing into light. I am Veyla, she said. And you are the first flame. I screamed. Everything went white. My father found me minutes later, shaking, barely conscious. He made me swear to silence before I’d even regained my breath.

But I was exposed. A searing, white-hot agony exploded in my back. I felt the blade sink through my muscle, grating against my ribs until the tip pierced the edge of my heart. I gasped, the air leaving my lungs in a silent rush. Silver is a poison to my kind, a toxin that turns our blood to sludge and sets our nerves on fire. I stood there, frozen, staring at Lena as she scrambled to her feet. She looked so small, her eyes wide with a horror that mirrored my own.