Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

Alex said, showing a confidential document he had taken from one of the tables in the room. The document contained a report on an ongoing project in the room. The project was called "Project Echelon", which aimed to create a new type of vampire by using the blood of the descendants of the Echelon Clan, an extremely powerful and rare vampire clan. The project is led by Damian, an evil vampire who wants to rule the world. He is working with a group of humans called "The Black Coats" who are willing to become vampires in order to gain strength and longevity.

Alas, it would not save them from my blades. "Salamander is dead I presume? Well, a little sacrifice for what is to come," The man gloated. I remained silent. This was his turf and he wanted to headline this blood fest then so shall it be. I let him run his mouth. He adjusted his leather jacket with the sketched top skull of a dog with a large canine. He wore tight leather pants and black boots. His chest was bare save for badly drawn tattoos filling it up. "My condolences about your father. He was one tough son of a bitch, El Diabolos. That's what they called him," The dead man talking said.

Alonzo: “Of course, you're not going to come with me.” I said, glaring at Maria, who shrugged. “The idea that you believe that I'm asking you permission amuses me. I am going to come with you, I am telling you, not asking you.” She said, and I raised an eyebrow at her. “Diablo is my brother just as much as he wore his second hand. At least he's my brother by blood now. My brother by choice. The two of us grew up being siblings. You were chosen part. The two of us chose to stand against him, and that is why the two of us are going to face him together.”

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

"Deal. The name of the organization after you is known as Core. They hunt and kill demons and capture the ones they deem useful. Their main objective is to put themselves on the top of the world organization center, or the WOC. They see you as a prize. You, the only one to survive birth into the half demon half human stage. Many previous to you died as soon as they were born. Their human half too weak to hold the demon half bay. Many are just born as humans, and no matter what experiments we have done they won't change. Even blood transfusion doesn't work. But they also see you as an abomination to both races. They learned of your existence by chance. They simply saw you protecting your comp

“Copy that. We’re moving into position on the south side. Don’t be a hero, kid. You get the girl, we get the drive. That’s the deal.” Toby had made a deal with the devil. To get the resources he needed—the thermal goggles, the signal jammers, the inside information—he’d reached out to a group of “private security contractors” who were actually a team of ex-cons and mercenaries hired by a rival of Laredo’s. They didn’t care about Lisa. They wanted the drive so they could blackmail Laredo’s clients. It was a suicide mission, and Toby knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t do this alone.

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

Christian I insist to you, I am not a devil. I needed to suck the blood from Donald’s veins, not just to curb my appetite and replenish my strength for the confrontation to come this night. Rapid exsanguination is a perfect, painless method of a mercy kill, the ideal technique to spare this unfortunate thrall hours of suffering and inevitable organ failure from that punctured lung and shattered spine I accidentally dealt him.

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.