Bloodbender Episode Novels & Stories

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

The sword is in deep within him. Tears stung my eyes and blinded me. Beta Xander was at the corner and I was shocked when he shouted. “ No! Devon!” he screams as I felt him wrapped his arms around me and cover my body. I don’t know what happened, but with a trembling hand, I’ve embrace Beta Xander and screams out of agony when I felt bloods pouring out of his body. Then, I saw my father. I saw Apollo appearing at the door and plunging the sword deeper into Alpha Gerri’s body causing blood to spurt out of his mouth.

He really was surpassing all her expectations. Their food arrived and this time his men joined them in the living room as they debated her show and ate their fill of the pork ribs and side salads. She was surprised at their candor and their arguments about vampire abilities. “No, Dren, these ones don’t glitter,” Besnik said with a serious look on his face and Inara couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her lips. “No vampire should ever glitter,” Dren said with big eyes. “These guys are not what you’re used to. They’re really badass,” Inara said and they all looked at her.

It was so effective that we used nothing else to clean up blood. “I still say we should get a wood chipper,” Wilder said, as we headed back up the stairs to our rooms. “And you don’t think people will ask questions when we carry a fucking wood chipper into the house?” “Would we care?” Wilder shook his head. “Now that I’ve got you here, SV… why did the skeleton go to a party alone?” “Fuck, just tell me so I can go back to sleep,” I said. “He had no body to bone,” Wilder said and laughed loudly.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The ceiling shots were intentional — not panic, not desperation, a tactical choice to stop movement without casualties in a room full of civilians. And there's something strapped to her other thigh that is not a gun. The chaos resolves. Cian has two men on the ground. Ronan has the third. Marco's people have the service entrance man zip-tied before he can blink twice. The room is breathing again in that shell-shocked way that comes after something violent and brief — the specific silence of I’ve hundred people who are all realizing at the same moment that what they just witnessed was real. Seraphina lowers the gun. Smoothly. Like she's been holding guns in

“I know what you plan on doing! Don’t you dare get into my head!” But I did. As I touch his head, I spiral into that same cave where I found Inanna before. This time, I move to Bryer’s location instead of going to where Inanna is. And on the floor, I find him in a heap. He is bloodied and almost dying. There is a crazed look in his eyes. The Blood God is standing over him, and he is asking him not to hurt him anymore. However, the whip on the Blood God’s hand continues to hit his bare body. Bryer grunts as the strikes continue. He dies. A low growl erupts from my throat, which makes the Blood God glance at me.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

Darren exited the prison cell and ordered the soldiers to continue the whipping work. Darren stood in front of the frowning Vander. "Brother, scratch my right hand." He passed the knife to Vander. Vander glared. He had no heart to scratch the knife into his brother's body. Even though Darren sucks, Darren is his younger brother. "I don't want to." Nancy clicked her tongue. "I'll do it." Noura chuckled. "Don't scrape the vein, Nancy." "I couldn't have killed him." Nancy scraped Darren's palm with a knife. "Half-blood has a different blood." Nancy was surprised to see Darren's black blood color with reddish spots. Nancy put the knife back in Darren's shirt pocket.

Brodie's urgent cry spurred action as he lunged toward a fallen Blood Specter. Garrison soldiers swiftly joined the fray, confronting the specters. As the commanding officer, Ash swiftly ordered the highest-level alarm activation. The city's alarm bells blared, striking fear into even the distant residents. A Blood Specter, standing three meters tall with four arms, clashed with Brodie. Despite Brodie's efforts, the specter’s resilience proved formidable. It retaliated, clawing a gash into Brodie's hand. "These creatures are formidable. Their strength rivals my own!" Ash, fighting nearby, shouted. And his sentiment resonated among the soldiers, who found themselves similarly outmatched in co