Bursting Forth Of Blood Novels & Stories

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

It was already too late. The black veins throbbed and burst, spilling the infectious fluid all over me. The warrior let out a loud shriek before falling limp with my hands still wrapped tightly on his arm.

I gave in. I opened it. Near the middle, there was a blank page. Completely empty—until a single tear fell onto it. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. The ink bloomed slowly, like blood seeping into fabric. Letters began to curl into place, old and strange. “Summoning of the Womb’s Blood.” Only through her grief can the bloodline be restored. I froze. More lines bled onto the page, soft yet laced with fury: “Let the bearer of the inherited wound summon the first gate.

I will take you. On the move, he tore the wrists of both hands with his teeth, tore the skin with such force that the blood ran not just drop by drop, but flowed in a stream. Blood donated voluntarily. Given to you brothers. Scarlet streams, not reaching the ground, hung around Yarsi in a cloud of tiny drops. They spun round dance, turning into a crimson whirlwind. - I am waiting for you.

Crimson blood instantly burst out from Aria's mouth, her breath choked as Mayari continued to control her blood and let it flow out of her like a never ending vermilion fall. Because of the sudden outburst of the dragon's own blood, it took Aria by surprise and started weakening as she felt more gush out from her own veins. The tornado slowly fade away as Aria struggled to hold herself. The soldiers are immediately alarmed from the sudden turn of tables and quickly group themselves for further more instructions.

" I don't want to die. And you have no right to destroy the chance I finally got!" She pushes her so strongly that, Dawn falls on the floor, the pieces of Vase piercing through her body. The Cramp in her stomach finally releases but with something flowing out her body. She looks at the blood that spreads on the floor. The sudden realisation stuck into her mind, she starts sobbing loudly, " My... My Baby! My Baby... No."

She spurted out a mouthful of blood when she landed. Swoosh... Whoosh... Even the magma below began to boil, occasionally sending up waves of red-hot magma spray, causing a terrifying sound. Kate’s heart also stirred up with waves. What exactly happened below?

Just… sadness. "I understand. This is not a punishment, it's a pardon. I want you to know that." He says, kissing th boy on his forehead. Then it happens. Balthazar exhales—softly—and the boy gasps like he’s been punched from the inside out. His body trembles, veins darkening under his skin. I blink. Blood. His blood. It’s moving. Upward. Outward. It trickles from his nose first. Then ears. Then a thin line runs from his eyes like crimson tears.

His fangs grew out, and his claws dripped with blood; he looked terrifying. This is when it dawned on me that this was really happening. A bloody war. Lives will be lost. Blood will be spilled so much that in the end, it won't matter who emerges victorious anymore. My fists clenched by my side as I felt the surge of boiling blood through my veins. Heat rose to my face and I sucked in a deep breath, ready to take the bull by the horn.

It bounced back, surging through his meridians like a backlash. A cold, deadly force from within the Godslayer crept into his arm, seeping through his veins and freezing his blood from the inside out.