Bloodbender Episode Novels & Stories

he says, and then I see it. The knife. My blood runs cold. “No,” I whisper. He lunges forward. Pain explodes through my arm. A sharp, tearing pain that steals the air from my lungs. I scream. It burns. It burns so badly I can barely think. Warmth spreads down my skin. Blood. My blood. I try to pull away, but my strength is fading too fast. The room spins. The man tightens his grip again, dragging me toward the door. “Move,” he orders.

My blood was now in the air. I wanted to look down, but I couldn’t, I knew there was a vampire on my leg and I didn’t want to see it, the pain was enough. The new pain in my thigh was excruciating, was it another star or did he scratch me?? *Silver, too much,* Ember said, in a whisper. She was fading. The weight lifted off my leg out of nowhere and I was suddenly laid out, with Skyler standing over me, yelling. Everything was slow, my eyes were heavy.

In these cracks of her skin and bones, a stream of light reflects, exposing the magic that flows through her. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Open the gate now! Let me out." I scream to the top of my lungs as my cellmate glow and tear into a new being. The bender runs towards us just in time that the beast grows a magical shield and use it to cut the bars down, instantly attacking the bender. They both wrestle to the ground. The Viatore, an air bender, and the beast woman, whatever she is. I ramble onto the ground as I crawl to my feet. Before I erect, I make a run for it.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Brandon suggested. "Fine! One, two, three!" The two vampires concentrated with terrifying intensity. Benches, tables, trash cans, and massive flower pots suddenly rose into the air. The police began to retreat in a panic. Meanwhile, Bob—who had been momentarily stunned—regained consciousness. Fortunately, his foresight to wear a bulletproof vest had saved his life; there were no serious wounds on his chest. Watching his fellow officers struggle in the adjacent room, Bob quietly unsheathed his anti-vampire dagger and hurled it with pinpoint accuracy.

Chaos Spencer POV I walked down the stairs and saw Blood sitting in the living room and he was thinking of something and it’s so deep. I walked towards him and tapped his shoulder as I passed by him and sat on the chair in front of him that made him snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, h-hi.” Blood said. “How is your leg?” I ask him. “It’s healed, I can now do break dance.” He said and I shook my head smiling. “You look problematic, what is it?” I ask.

I moved toward the Tether. I dove into the whirlpool, grabbing Dante’s collar with one hand while pinning the child to my chest with the other. I didn't try to pull us out. I used my weight—the raw, non-resonant mass of the "Lead-Bender"—to Anchor us. I felt the dark matter clawing at my skin, trying to dissolve my molecular bonds, but I dug my heels into the warping metal and roared.

Her hands were cold, and her fingers felt as numb as if they were made of ice. The next thing she knew, Brendan had yanked her back to her seat. He was gratified by everything that had happened so far. In fact, he was so pleased that he whispered in Deirdre’s ear like a demon toying with his prey, “You can’t see, dear Deirdre, so I’ll be nice this time and tell you what exactly is happening. Do you know that his entire back is drenched in blood? He’s still bleeding.” Deirdre felt the world spinning. Sterling was hurt! She really was a curse! A f*cking curse who would doom anyone stupid enough to help her!

Caden said, shocked, his eyes searched hers. Ragnar’s head whipped toward them, the tension in the room instantly thickening. But before anyone could speak, the healer stepped forward with urgency. “We don’t have time. We must perform the blood bind now if they’re to have any chance of survival.” Killian stepped in, his expression was pinched. “A blood bind?” he repeated, incredulous. “Can’t you see his condition? Alpha Thorne is not strong enough. He’s not even conscious.” The healer’s nostrils flared. “If Ember is to have any chance at survival, we must do it. He is an alpha. His body may be weak, but his bond is strong enough…”