Bloody Tears Castlevania Novels & Stories

He was using dark magic to steal my power and I had no way to stop him. Tears of pain and desperation filled my eyes. I was going to die here. Dante was going to die trapped in that training hall. Elena would wake up to find everyone she cared about gone. The pack would fall to Rye and Sofia's betrayal. The tears spilled over, running down my cheeks. One landed on my bleeding palm. The moment it touched my blood, something incredible happened. The blood shimmered, then transformed. What had been red and flowing became clear as water. I stared in shock as more tears fell, each one touching the blood flowing from my wound. And with each tear, more blood transformed into pure, clear water.

The common denominator were the pools and splatters of golden blood around their bodies. Well, except one. Cutting a contrast against the blue glow of the place was a lone, cloaked Hellborn bleeding crimson. And it was no other than Calix. Glassy-eyed. Unmoving. Pale with a tinge of purple. With a sword impaling his upturned chest. Kat blinked, and just like that, she got thrown back to reality. The vision was gone as quickly as it had come, but the last scene seemed to have burned itself behind her eyelids.

The catacombs went silent except for the possessed Darius's ragged breathing. "We understand," I said. "Do you?" Morgana pulled three small vials from her bag and held them up. "Each of you will take one ingredient. Aveline, you'll take the Moonblood flowers and infuse them with your Luna magic. Damon, you'll take the demon tears and infuse them with your Alpha power. Dominic, you'll take the phoenix ash and infuse it with your connection to fire and rebirth. Then, together, you'll form a triangle around Darius and channel everything through the mate bonds."

The air inside the catacomb rapidly grew freezing cold, the breath puffing from Rebecca’s lips in white clouds as the emerald and amethyst light from the crystals began to spin around the altar in a dizzying vortex of raw magic. Maeve took Rebecca's left wrist, her movements steady and respectful. With a swift, precise motion, she drew the silver blade across the meat of Rebecca's palm. A sharp, stinging heat flared in Rebecca’s hand, and a bright, vibrant stream of mortal crimson blood began to pool in her palm, dripping down onto the intricate carvings of the black stone anchor. The moment her blood struck the ancient stone, the world simply... stopped. The chanting of the witches died ins

"I know they're going to kill me." My blood ran cold. She continued speaking. "If anyone finds this..." The audio suddenly distorted. A loud screech echoed from the speakers. The screen glitched repeatedly. Brooks tried adjusting the volume. "Come on..." The picture returned for barely two seconds. "...tell Joel..." The video cut off. Just like that, with the black screen and nothing else..Brooks immediately replayed it. Same result, the file ended there. Neither of us moved, finally I broke the silence.

[“Yes, my lord. I believe that’s what Everleigh saw too.” My eyes widened at the hearing of Everleigh’s name. “Sinistra oculus conversus alba et dextra collyrium—” [Her left eye turned white and her right eye—] “Father.” I was not able to stop myself to interrupt and carelessly swept the white curtain to face them. They were shocked but it only lasts for a second.

A large dazzling blood-like flame gradually enveloped the entire room and the image of Captain Black Beard and Seraphina also gradually disappeared because of this, until they could no longer see all the four cornered room because of the dazzling light. Mother. said Hana in her mind. They all close their eyes and cover with their hands. Captain Black Beard was running towards Seraphina. He was no longer had control over his body and mind. Seraphina close her eyes and the next happened was . . . In an instant the light disappeared, as if it had only been absorbed once and then everything feels like fine. When Hana and everyone opened their eyes, she saw Seraphina, her tears are dripping down

I say on her couch, looking at her sleepy form, her cheeks were wet from her tears. I'm about to shed a human's blood and paint it on the streets of New York City.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

The knife flashes across my face, he grabs a chunk of my hair, baring my neck. “Let me go!” I scream with tears raining from my eyes.