Blood Virgin: Blood Flame Novels & Stories

The Weaver let out a high-pitched, agonizing shriek that didn't sound human at all—a sound of tearing silk and shattering iron. The black fluid inside Damon’s body began to boil, white-hot silver light bursting through the pores of his skin, through his eye sockets, and through his unhinged jaw. The thick pillars of briars surrounding the transport truck instantly caught fire, burning with a brilliant, beautiful silver flame that left nothing but clean, white ash in its wake. Across the square, the puppet-like frame of Alpha Vance violently convulsed, the dark broadsword dropping from his hand as the black veins controlling his spine were instantly incinerated by the radiating light. He coll

IT was just this wild beast of energy that soaked down into every inch of Brandon’s being even when he didn’t want it too. His flesh. His blood was dripping in the flames power. Aggressive, hungry, evil, and more important than anything else it was vitalizing to him and anyone brave enough to take of his vein. The second option that remained was simply to ingest Brandon’s blood and in doing so, ingest the Flames energy.....but like the metaphorical flames of hell.....Brandon knew what became of the people that tasted his blood.

“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

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

The blood oozed out of her head, making her dizzy. “SHE WAS PRAGNANT TOO, when you killed her child! SHE WAS PRAGNANT TOO, when you burned her alive!” Vladimir growled like a wounded Beast recalling his wife’s suffering, his sister’s screams. Lauren let out another painful scream. He enjoyed her screams. Her pain. But his soul was craving for more. More than these pained screams. It was screaming for her blood. It was screaming for her DEATH! Which He would give her, just not an easy one.

Damien pressed, “that the Moon rejects her? That her presence curses what should have been sacred?” I felt the chamber tilt against me, voices rising like a tide. I wanted to scream, to claw at the stone until it shattered. But my throat closed. My words would sound like excuses compared to Damien’s silver tongue. Elder Veyra, sharp-eyed and severe, leaned on her cane. “The blood flames are no trifling matter. They answer only to the heir. If not Damien… then…” Her gaze flicked toward me. “Blasphemy,” Damien said quickly, smoothly, twisting her doubt into a snare. “The blood flames chose me. They flared only because she intruded.”

Kyro nods. "She has, and if I know better, then she's already there. The flame is too hot for any creature to stand within ten miles of it. I'm a nymph - so I can get a little closer. But if anyone has a chance of stopping her, it's you five," Kyro explains, and Charming scoffs. "How am I supposed to get close?" Charming asks, shocked. "Technically, your ancient blood will protect you from the flame. Unlike other vampires, you have pureblood abilities - compulsion, healing, and immunity to silver - with that combined with your mate's immunity to flame, you should be fine," Kyro explains. Charming nods.

“Then we finish this.” The Blood Father didn’t greet them with words. He greeted them with fire. A wave of crimson magic surged from the throne, swallowing the snow, the trees, the sky. Aria raised her hand, summoning the Eternal Flame. It collided with his magic midair, splitting the storm in two. Luna stepped forward, her mark blazing. “I am not yours.”

Immediately, a column of flames screamed into the sky, setting almost half a dozen Blood Corpses ablaze. The Flames devoured the Blood Corpses with the voracity and fervor of a starving beast and the putrid fetor of burning flesh filled the air. Some of the monsters suffered damages that rendered them immobile while some were reduced into slabs of charred meat, eliciting screams and gasps of shock and dismay from the defenders. These were Blood Corpses with strength equal to mages of the Nirvana Realm, but they were so helpless before the great strength of the Flames that they could hardly put up a fight.

“They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically. Virando swung his hand again. The seven rainbow candles met one another in the center point. They created such a hugely as well as massively blazing flame. The flame soon burnt the soldiers, fighters as well as generals from West Medicine Land to dark grey ashes. “Aaaarrgggghhhkkk!!!” All the soldiers’, generals’ as well as fighters’ tenor eight-octave squealing and squeaking were audible first before all of them were finally burnt to their quietuses, merely leaving their dark grey ashes.