Dao Blood Mage Novels & Stories

Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, the dread clouding my chest threatening to suffocate me. “Something bad’s going to happen, Dante,” I said moments later. “You need to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere far from home. The mafia.” He stared at me for a few moments, his expression blank. “What about you?” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “We’re both mafia blood, Seraph. If something bad’s really going to happen like you claim, then you wouldn’t be exempted. So,” he cocked a brow, “what about you?”

he replied as he carried her upstairs and laid her on his bed He sat beside her and started using his powers on her "Stay with me pls... Desmond cried as he used his powers on her but it wasn't working "You need to wake up Sera.. You can't die yet..I know I was late... I heard everything but I just kept mute. I was waiting for you to call me first..I didn't wanna be a busy body and make you even mad at me.. I'm sorry.." he cried and cut his palm open trying to use his blood on her but it still wasn't working

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

“The oracle said it holds the echoes of your ancestors. Looks like it’s more than echoes – it’s alive, tied to your blood. And it doesn’t like threats.” Dax walks ahead with Kael, his arm still hovering near her waist as if afraid she’ll vanish into the fog. She wipes blood from her lip, her smirk sharp as ever. “Told you, princess. Old magic. Shadow Ridge didn’t mess around. That dagger’s got teeth…and it likes you.” She nudges Dax, who’s breathing hard, still pale from crossing the ravine again, sweat beading on his brow. “Bet you wish you had a fancy toy like that, huh, Pack Boy? Or you just gonna keep glaring at me like I stole your bone?” Dax snarls, but there’s no real heat in it – on

“I mean wrong in an interesting way, not a fatal way.” “That is somehow not better.” Soreya stepped back and exhaled slowly. “Whatever that is, it does not belong to vampire bloodline magic. And it is not wolf-bonded. It moves too fluidly.” Virelle rubbed her thumb against the faint silver line in her palm, suddenly aware again of how strange all of this was. “Everyone keeps saying things like that. No one explains anything.”

“Zephyr, I need you to hear me. You must return to us now. Please.” The Air Mage began to shake, his whole body convulsing. “Zephyr!” Astasha yelled. And then he went still again, his mouth opening to speak, but it wasn’t his voice that came from it. “Well done, my precious Tasha. She will be pleased to know how you have embraced the magics of your bloodline.” Anger flooded through her as her hands clenched into fists and the darkness began to swarm within her. “Whatever it is you’re doing to him, let him go.”

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.