Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

". He pointed to the door. Zol turned around to the door but before he could exit, "It’s you being a newbie. Lets see when the thirst and craving for blood burns you inside. And then it would be only me you can count on. Not on your mates". He spatted in anger and left. Callum fell down as soon as Zol left the place. Only if Stephen wasn’t holding him, he would have fallen face first. He was breathing hard. His nostrils were on fire. He felt his throat being clutched hard.

Sofia's tattoos blazed bind-blue supernova, hex-nets exploding ensnaring clustered horrors thrash-scream, voice whip-crack: “Bound—diad, core-shot now! Backlash building!” Caelum gauntlets whirring overdrive, suppression-domes shimmering contain-void backlash bubbles: “Fields max—hold two minutes!” Damian blade unsheathing earth-shatter roar, alpha-aura exploding: “Betas formation iron—diad, core the armored vein heart! Council—back the fuck or bleed with us!”

The surface of the long bone spear was suddenly thrown out a lot of indescribable blood. At first glance, it looked like a motorcade full of blood had been knocked over at this moment. In a flash, the blood gathered into a blood river in the air. The Blood River was rolling, surging, and wriggling. As soon as it turned around, countless underground devils emerged from it. They gathered into thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Caspian. Although these underground devils were all condensed from blood, their appearance at this moment seemed to be the source of all the evil in the world. They descended on the spot and wanted to tear Caspian into pieces.

Roar! The demonic shadow let out an earth-shattering roar in boundless pain. A normal person would’ve been long dead after receiving such a severe injury. Moreover, the arrow that Dorothy had shot was definitely not an ordinary arrow. The burning flame on it was the universally well-known flame of Nirvana. However, the members of the Blood Cult were bizarre and mysterious, their body composition differing from the average person.

It didn’t get its name for nothing. Nicholas walked with Callie at the front of the group, keeping the Holy Lance in hand. Beelzebub’s blood had stained the wood black and she tried to ignore it. She didn’t know how the Horseman’s blood would affect the spear. Would it twist it from being divine to damned? Or was the Messiah’s blood still more powerful? She didn’t know and it bothered her. Until they could get to Lucifer’s Grace, it was their best weapon against any demon they might come across.

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

"You live in the human world with them, they are fully out now, after you and your folks. In no time you will be forced to come back home, and then I shall await your return." "Happy hunting, my friend." Zain smiled broadly. "All the best." "Thank you, Zain Adolphus. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have animals to hunt." Mateo shot his arrow at a flying sparrow. "Else you want me to hunt you instead." "Stay away from the human world and my pack. Every pack," Zain warned. "I know you attempted to smear our name by attacking them." "You will pay for the blood of my brothers and sister you spilt," Mateo threatened.