Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

He was lucky that he had the advantage over me or else I would make him pay for the words he so hatefully spoke. The man began to convulse and grasp at his neck, like he couldn’t breathe. In his panic he stood, clawing at his face and neck as if he were fighting someone off of his throat. With one last jerk his body flew up, so it hovered at least three feet above me. His body burst open with a force so strong, that it mimicked the rush of a waterfall as his crimson blood rained over us.

Surging blood vigor spread out, and a radius of hundreds of meters was surrounded by the blood vigor. "Brat, I'm going to sacrifice your blood to my Bloody Banner. Go to hell." Yuan Jinsong grabbed the Bloody Banner as if waving a big flag. As he waved it, the blood vigor around him was surging. The sound of crying and howling went into his ears like evil, which made people's souls tremble. Boom! Boom! Boom! The Life and Death Platform was shaking. The bloody light of the Bloody Banner burst out, and a turbulent blood sea swept toward Chu Xun. Wherever it went, the rocks on the surface of the Life and Death Platform were lifted up and crushed into powder.

It was as if the very trees trembled beneath our cries. And with that, the storm we had held back broke free. We advanced again, our numbers swelling like a wave ready to crash. There was no fear now. Only purpose. Bloodfang had awakened. And we were coming for answers—or blood.

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”

Retreating into shadow. Click. A faint sound. Barely audible. The blood vessel along the side of his neck finally ruptured. Dark blood slid downward. And beneath his collar— something began growing. Golden-black vines. Twisting. Spreading. Crawling upward across his throat. Toward a face already consumed by murderous intent.

Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze. A surge of agony coursed through Sangre's veins, setting his nerves ablaze. The pain, both searing and numbing, threatened to overwhelm his senses. In that moment, he was acutely aware of his mortality, the fragility of his existence laid bare by the ferocious strike. Every breath he took seemed weighted, as if the very act of living had become a Herculean task.

Holding the knife on my hand a lot tighter with my blood dripping down, yet again I felt as my blood shooted right up wilder, crazier. My blood like venom contained all the poison inside me.

“Lucifer, please, don’t push me away. I can help you, I—” But before she could finish, she felt it—a sudden, crushing force that seemed to wrap around her chest, squeezing the life out of her. She gasped, clutching at her throat, her vision blurring as the room spun around her. The pressure was unbearable, like invisible hands were strangling her, squeezing her soul from her body. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, blood poured from her mouth, her nose, even her eyes, staining her perfect skin with dark, crimson tears.

The pressure in my chest increased, tightening until I thought I might suffocate—and then, it cracked. A sudden explosion of energy burst from within me like a dam breaking. But this time, it wasn’t just force. It was pain—agonizing, blinding pain that surged outward, a raw electrical current spreading across my skin. My hands shot out, fingers clawing at the air as if I could tear the power out of me. It felt like fire had been poured into my blood, coursing through every vein, turning my muscles into liquid flame.

Scarlet droplets splattered on the grayish ground and the dew-covered grass, a shocking sight. This was not ordinary blood, but Heart's Vital Blood infused with the primordial source of the heavens and the cultivation of myriad ages. Each drop that fell caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly. Carl's body swayed, his robe fluttering in the morning wind. The hand hanging at his side clenched tightly, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging. He tried to stand firm, to maintain his composure, but the agony of his soul essence shattering surged over him like waves, swallowing all his resolve and calm.