Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Impatient to devour the flesh of his victims. Having their screeching screams and pleas fill his ears, it was always melodious to his ears. He loved when his victims please for their life, like it depended on him. Which it did at that point. But no matter the pleas, he never forgives. If he was nice with them, he would let them chose how he would kill them. But forgiveness was never in his chronicle, thus his name...El diablo. But first, he would exercise a little patience and wait for his men to give the feedback he asked for. Then he would hunt down his victims by himself and collects back what was stolen from him.

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

Angelito is uncertain about his move because Gabriel is a black belter, and he knows how dangerous for him to fight him one-on-one. However, when he sees Denver's sore and pitiful face. Angelito gets all of his strength. Even his father wants to teach him a lesson in front of them. Gabriel is swift as he throws an uppercut. Angelito's world slowly turns when his nose bleed. "ANGEL!" Dennis runs to him, but Diana shoots the ground where Dennis is heading in a blink of an eye. He becomes more confused when Gabriel is beating Angelito to the ground. He cannot take it anymore. Dennis fires to Diana, and Don Pablo becomes alert.

My head is filled with the sound of bees. I’ve heard of blood madness before. Baron and Darma discussed it often. He said it was becoming more common. I sink to the floor and look up at Aldric who is busy closing the door behind Vesper. “What is blood madness?” I ask. “Is it like…when neophytes lose control and start to drain every human in sight?” “No, that’s not the same thing. It means something went wrong when Baron tried to make your mother.” “What?”

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.