Dao Blood Mage Novels & Stories

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

“But seeing as we have a blood mage in our midst, I see no harm in having him say a thing or two about being one. Master Vloodless, if you will.” A boy rose from his seat at one end of the class. He was as tall as Moss but not as built. His hair was cut to a shot brown, enough to be grabbed but not pulled. “There is nothing to say about being a blood mage except that it requires hard work and dedication. As a blood mage, anything can go wrong.” Done, he sat down.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

Magda opened the brocade box in her hand. A human tooth was placed inside. It was Dawn’s. Back then, Aurora had broken one of Dawn’s teeth while beating him. “Where is he now?" She asked in a salty manner. Damon observed her expression. From the moment he knew that Dawn was Magda’s young lover, he used Dawn as a card. But Damon wasn't sure if Magda would react to his card or not. Damon said, "He's in a very safe place right now, but you'll never find him."

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

They saw the jumps, the skill, the split second decisions, how far they would go to protect their demons. The sound of crunching glass made me look at Dagon again. And then she was gone. This woman was so quick, the quickest I had ever seen someone move. It was unnatural, even for the demon realm. She was on Megera's back within a split second. She put her finger under his nose and pulled back. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking into his skull was loud. Blood splurged out onto Acteus who was coughing up his own blood on the ground. Megera roared and exploded with anger. Instead of fighting Dagon off, he just let himself fall backwards. Dagon almost jumped off but even she couldn't avo

“Okay Argon do not let Anyone get to me if you must throw them in the vortex in the spell they will be consumed by the magic“ he nodded I looked to the other mage and she gave me a wink and pushed her power into me. I started to fight the barrier trying to break it down but it was so thick it was going to take a minute for sure. I started ripping through the spell left and right but to no end it was draining . Then I thought of something Falcon had said of her magic and blood. I looked around and saw a screw and pricked my hand with it and pushed the blood out the pain from the sting of it pricking me was little to nothing but it was a weird feeling. I spelled my blood with my magic making m

Hank held up his head high. Edmund squinted his eyes and curved his lips into an evil smile: "Sounds fun, maybe I'll try that." Buster shifted at Edmund's words, and Sarla also pulled out her wand, like the rest of the mages. The whole room was now under huge tension. "Do you really think you can leave if we don't allow it?" Hank sneered coldly, "With a deep wound and a girl unconscious in your arms?" They have ten high-level mages, and Edmund has only Buster and Sarla, with Lilith in his arms out cold. What was worst was that Edmund could feel his power draining from him. Many rituals use "blood of heart" because it was an important source of power.

The mages' faces contorted in a mixture of shock and frustration, their swords still poised for the kill. I stood tall, my voice low and menacing as I uttered a single, chilling word: "Too slow." The mages' eyes snapped up to mine, their faces reflecting a mix of fear and awe. They knew they were no match for me, their magical prowess no match for the power that now surrounded them. As I activated my domain, the air seemed to thicken with an otherworldly energy. The mages, once formidable opponents, now found themselves trapped within the boundaries of my Grand Domain - Blood Domain.

“W-What’s your codename?” “Knives.” David chuckled in my ear. “Knives is a tactical mage, much like Dagon. I assume he neutralized a threat. If you can’t sleep, feel free to… talk to him about the protective ward he put up on the building… But I would really like it if you slept.” My heart was pounding. “I… I just…” “You’re scared, and that’s perfectly reasonable. Would you like me to stay on the line until you fall asleep?”