Can Korra Bloodbend Novels & Stories

She tried to move her feet, but they were also bound. This is a dream. This has to be a dream. She repeated those words in her mind so that she didn't lose her sense of control. "After centuries of waiting, our dear Alita has returned to us." A low voice boomed, making Layla jump. The voice sounded like it was coming from right above her. "It is with her precious blood that our kind continues to thrive. Let us all bow our heads in adoration for our sacrifice." Layla's heart stopped at his words and she started to struggle against her bindings.

"Like the one depicted in Avatar. The ability to manipulate the water within a person's body, essentially controlling their blood. This technique grants the blood bender an unprecedented level of control over the movements and actions of their target. I never knew it was possible!" "It is indeed possible, but it's an exceedingly rare and highly advanced form of water manipulation. This art has been lost to the annals of time for centuries, the mage schools discontinued its teaching due to its inherent danger. Even before it was banned, only a select few water benders possessed the ability to wield this power. It's considered forbidden magic and I seldom resort to using it," Blaze explains. "

I keep my voice calm and level as I say, “Go to the kitchen and drink a bag of blood.” He doesn’t respond, I watch as he leaves the room. Once he’s out of my sight, I can feel the tether between us being stretched and it’s almost like I have double vision for I can see the things he does and can hear the sound of his footsteps as he walks down the hallway. I can see and hear his brother’s through his eyes as Adam asks, “Where’s Raya? Are you finally able to get away from her?” I speak through him so that he responds, “We’re testing out how far we can stretch the tether.”

The cat didn’t move. He gripped Cora’s legs, hesitated a second, and then set the bone. A pained sound fell from her lips, but she didn’t wake up. “Now feed her some of your blood,” he said softly. His eyes caught mine as he stood and moved over to Kelsey. I made sure that my body hid what I was doing. Slicing my palm with a claw, I held my hand over Cora’s leg and let my blood drip onto the wound. When I stopped bleeding, I rubbed the blood into her wound.

Every single one of them agrees to blood bond with her and each other so they can all communicate easily. Kane pulls out a small pocketknife and cuts his left palm. He then hands the knife to the Alpha, who does the same; the Dalia, Chipper, Mark, Kelp, and finally Katia. They all touch their palms to Katia’s, intermingling their blood with hers and then with each other. It was instant the power each felt from intermingling their blood with Katia’s. Nathan was amazed at the power in her blood. If she is so powerful, how had she ended up so abused?

For a heartbeat, I almost didn’t recognize her. I pressed my palm against the cold glass and whispered, “Survive him, Bella. Just survive him.” But even as I said it, I felt the rebellion inside me stir again, faint but alive. A dangerous ember refusing to die. Because maybe…just maybe—surviving wasn’t enough.

Scarlett slowly kneeled to Shawn with a face of compassion. As if she knew what she had to do, Scarlett held out her hand and the red energy around her start to focus itself on Shawn's bleeding wound. The boy was merely unconscious but he was breathing little by little. "So this is what is the unparalleled power the Crimson Bride really has. Master Jagger was right." Rapidly, the red energy around Shawn began to close up the wound at his back and revert it all back to before Cora jabbed him. Kairos stood back amazed at how capabilities could she do. The young Vampire Halfling shot Cora the deadliest glare she could ever muster.

No longer unstable. Whole. A slow, measured breath passed through the watcher’s lips. “So,” the voice murmured, low and edged with something like satisfaction, “the convergence has completed.” The wind stirred, carrying the scent of lavender, blood, and something older—magic that had been dormant for far too long. The figure shifted its weight, boots never touching the forest floor as it descended soundlessly. The earth did not welcome it. Roots curled inward, leaves trembling as it passed, but the presence ignored the resistance. It had walked through far worse.

"What?" "Kang's power comes from the corruption he spreads. Every person he corrupts adds to his strength. Your mate—because of the mate bond, because of how deeply he's corrupted her—is his greatest source of power right now. While she's corrupted, while she loves him, he's nearly invincible." "So I need to break the corruption." "Yes. But breaking it won't be easy. The corruption he uses is blood-based. Ancient vampire magic. It runs through her veins. Rewrites her memories. Rewrites her heart. Rewrites who she is."

I said firmly. Korran’s eyes locked onto mine. “I already have,” he replied. He moved again. I met him head-on. The impact sent shockwaves through my arms as our weapons collided, but I held my ground. The baby pressed against me shifted slightly, and I felt the echo flare weakly in response, trying to protect itself despite the suppression. “Stay with me,” I whispered under my breath, though I was not sure if I was speaking to her or myself. Korran pressed harder, his strength amplified by the crown’s twisted power. Every strike carried weight that felt unnatural, as if something else was moving through him.