Bloody Tears Castlevania Novels & Stories

Tears were streaming down her face. "What did she do to me?" I questioned. She kept her head down. I didn't feel like the bullshit. I growled at her, and she backed into the corner. "I do not like being kept waiting, human", I spoke to her. My eyes are turning red. " She....she gave me tears of lease" the giver, shuddered. I was annoyed. Tears of lease would be undetectable in the system. We have to check the giver's blood. It would make the vampire consuming it fall into a deep sleep, leaving the vampire's mind open to being probed for information. That must have been how she knew Ember was working at Moonlight, as well as how many soldiers we had.

“Give us the fang’s counterpart, the tear, and we finish the ritual here. Together. No blood spilled unless you force it.” Darius laughed, soft, chilling. “The tear?” He reached into his tunic, pulled out a small crystal vial. Inside: a single frozen tear, silver, shimmering. “I took it from your mother’s crypt the night Jorah failed. Preserved. Waiting.” Kael growled, low, lethal. “You defiled her grave.” “I borrowed what was needed,” Darius answered calmly. “The fang you carry. The tear I hold. And the blood…” His eyes locked on Elara. “Yours. Willingly given. Or taken.”

It took Leana almost all day to recover from her blood loss. Kella was working overtime to heal her, but the body can only recover so fast from loss of blood. When she finally opened her eyes, Drake had nearly sobbed in relief. I think maybe he actually did, because I smelled the scent of blood and there was a bit smudged on his face. Do vampires cry blood tears? I have no idea.

Tears gathered in my eyes and threatened to escape. I might look like a cold hearted person, cruel, merciless, mean or who do not posses the humanity from the exterior, but I was not a such a soul in interior. If one would have seen me in such a situation, they would have known me better. "Hey brother." I heard Leonardo Hastings, my right hand man as well as my brother from another mother called for me. I turned around towards him and my tears escaped from my eyes through my cheeks across my face. He was the sole individual, who could see my vulnerabilities. He stared at my face with poker face.

I looked into the chalice and widened my eyes. Two drops of blood lay separate in the chalice. Then, like magnets, they moved to one another. The two drops didn't touch, but they moved as one. They started floating and I gasped. Higher than the chalice, the big red dots danced around each other. The chalice glowed brightly and I was absolutely stunned with the magic in front of my eyes. I could only look. It truly was something to behold. The whole room was silent and even the woman who commenced the ritual looked at it wide eyed. I shared a look with her and she stared at me with shock. She gave a slight shake of her head at me and then schooled her features into a bored, normal expression.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

I said as I pushed my claw further into the small hole by some inches, stretching it a bit. The Dark One’s bawl filled the air again but I ignored him, continued speaking… and continued measuring how much his cock could stretch to accommodate my claws. “I thought immortals don’t bleed but yet you bleed, Darky.” I muttered as I pushed my claws further in for which he started to scream my name. “Ciril! Ciril! AHH-Fuckkk!” This caught my attention and I drove my gaze back to him to see him all sweaty and bloody with sore eyes. His sore eyes were a result of tears but now, their added soreness was because of the blood that had joined in pouring out also.

"Promise me you'll run if you need to. Promise me you won't let love or loyalty or the gods-damned bond get you killed." "I promise to do what's necessary to keep us both alive," I say. It's not the promise he wants, but it's the only one I can give. He opens his mouth to argue, but the words die as the first rays of the Bloodmoon crest the horizon. The effect is instantaneous. Kael's body goes rigid, his eyes rolling back as the curse surges through him. The mark on his ribs flares brilliant red, and shadows explode from his skin like smoke. He gasps, falls to his knees, the chains rattling as his muscles spasm. And then he screams.

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.