Bloody Tears Castlevania Novels & Stories

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

Vivian looked up at me—tears streaming down her face. "It's never over," she whispered. Then she reached into her coat and pulled out a silver blade. She slashed it toward my throat. --- Everything happened fast. Kael shouted my name. Damon lunged. I threw myself back. The blade caught my arm. Pain exploded through me. I stumbled, blood pouring from the wound. "LILY!" Kael was there, catching me, pressing his hand to the cut. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The battle faded. The screams became distant.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

The red glow deepened around us, the cavern walls shifting like a heartbeat. Then I heard it, an echo, faint but clear. A heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Lysera’s voice drifted from the shadows. “If you wish to be free, you must bleed willingly.” “No,” Kyren snarled. “She’s not touching that relic again.” But I already knew what had to be done. The cavern demanded blood. The Tear Drop was born from it and it wouldn’t open the path without payment. I drew the dagger from my belt, the one Kyren had given me the night we escaped the ruins. Its blade caught the red light, gleaming like fire.

I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here, or when the increasing chaos in the air started to calm down, but it eventually does as something shifts subtle at first, like a crack splintering in glass. “What…what is this?” I could hear Salcom say. It takes a second to register what I’m seeing. He’s holding the Moon’s Tear now, both hands wrapped around the glowing vial like it’s a lifeline and his face is twisted in something like shock. No. More than shock. Panic. His shoulders are stiff, his jaw is clenched, and there’s this faint tremble in his grip, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. I blink, my vision finally clearing, and I realize the once-bright glow of the Moon’s Tear is…di

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

That I was stupid enough to believe the lies of a damn beast who I fell in love with years ago and still couldn’t stop thinking about even after all this time … I sank into one of the chairs as bloody tears started to creep out of my eyes. I was the only vampire who didn’t cry normal tears. Even my dad cried normal tears. I saw it the day my grandfather and uncle were buried. But when I cried, it was blood. I was actually crying out a part of my damn life force. When I cried, our entire coven cried with me. It was as if my tears affected all of them in such a way that a somber feeling fell over the entire kingdom. I had only cried once since I changed, and after seeing the devastation it cau