Bloodsoaked Champion Novels & Stories

the man cried. He advanced again but his wound was making him immobile. Instead, he throws his mace at Haris and Haris dodged, missing him only an inch. Haris roared and jumped towards him and slashed his sword. Haris landed on the ground together with the man's severed head. The sound of metal clashing against metal fills the air. The cry of the wounded and the dying were drowned by the loud cheering. The arena stinks with the metallic scent of blood. Haris stood up, panting. Big drops of tears streaked down on his cheeks. He just killed a man and he felt like a filthy creature now. How is he different to the Badbloods or the Reapers now?

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Channon’s POV Her silver fur reflects the moons glow, like a knife’s blade glints in sunlight. I am barley able to keep up with her ferocity and speed. Vampires come at her from every angle, like devils from the darkness of the dense forest around us. Jonas has regained consciousness but is too weak to shift and would be no help in the bloody fight. We both lay side by side and watch as Keeva slaughters one and then the next parasite. Their bodies sizzle and then burst into flames before falling as ash to the floor. The air is so thick with the vanquished, it looks like snow falling around us. Great mounds of grey, soft cinders litter the uneven forest ground. Embers burn in the atmosphere,

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

The champion calmly hooked his finger at Davian, taunting the latter. His cold and confident attitude had everyone completely shocked. The women who were huge fans of Davian started to look at the champion with infatuated gazes. Davian, who looked like an inexperienced fighter, trembled as he clutched the sword in his hand. His murderous intent was blatantly apparent. “Go ahead, Davian!” The champion then took a step forward. Suddenly, a loud bang could be heard.

Not even sure what that was. “A Champion is in a manner of speaking, a secondhand man. Basically, they are what every you need them to be. They will be there for you in any way you need them to be. They are there to have your back, kind of like what I am with Hunter, without the ranking of course. They are to do what they can to look out for you, fight for you, serve you in any way necessary. They become bonded to you through a blood bond that makes their loyalty to you absolute.” Caleb explained, though I still didn’t understand.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

Weak enough that he’s regressed to a child-like form. This is my only chance. I know he loves mey blood and now is my chance to get him drunk on it. Get him addicted to it so that he won’t think about any other woman at all. All his lust for blood will only be for me. I picked him up and laid him on the sofa, “I’ll be back,” I smiled sinisterly, “with the best quality of blood, just for you.”

But I had never felt more confident in my life than I did in this moment. “You’re fucking perfect.” His words were deep, almost like a growl, and from the darkness of the room his eyes appeared jet black as I stared up at him. Taking in his well sculpted body as he pulled his shirt over his head gave me a full view of all the ink upon his skin that swirled in various directions and was accented by shapes I couldn’t quite make out in the dark.