Dark Blood Book Novels & Stories

Shit, shit, shit, I'm screwed. I fall to the ground and before I lose consciousness, I hear a voice say, "Well, look what we have here, a pretty boy." …… Something drips from my forehead down to my face. It touches my lips and its iron, coppery taste hits my tongue. Blood. My head pounds badly. I can literally feel my heart pounding in my head as I struggle to open my eyes. The room is dark, but not dark enough so I can see what's in it. Or what isn't? I can't tell if I'm in a cellar or basement but I do know the air smells vile.

She could still hear the cry and agony of her parents being burned alive by humans. She was a young girl that time and they happily live in the village of Analem. Analem was a peaceful village and the villagers were kind towards one another. But their family has a secret. Leni's mother Fani, was a Badblood, a shape-shifter and Fani hid it to other people except to her family. Leni never feared her mother for she knows her mother is not evil and will never do bad things to others. His father, Ayeil, was a human and she loved Fani with all his heart.

He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba. This creature was in the shape of a German shepherd, but was at least a head taller, if not more. It was striped gray and black and had a lion-like mane that was only a little darker than the rest of the fur. It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin.

go ahead. The ritual involved ingesting the blood of a bat and venom from a black mamba. The ritual would have killed anyone, but due to Luke’s determination and the growing darkness in his heart, the ritual was a success. He died and was revived as a new being. Thus, began the birth of the first vampire. Unfortunately, the ritual had a side effect. He had to consume blood to sustain his health as would anyone turned by him. Discovering his new power, he laid waste to his master and massacred a lot of people in his town. The warlock having seen his mistake too late and regretting it, decided to work on how to destroy what he created. But Luke, having anticipated this, stormed his fortress

“Get down on your knees,” he commanded. His voice was low and firm, sending a strange shiver down my spine. My body already felt light and dizzy, my head spinning slightly as if the room itself was tilting. I obeyed without thinking, lowering myself slowly until my knees touched the floor. My breathing grew uneven. I watched him turn and reach for something on the table behind him. When he faced me again, a dark blindfold rested in his hand. “You’re about to be ruined by three cocks,” he whispered.

Xenos slowly got up from the chair and began walking towards it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Is this the book of light you were referring to?” I asked, hardly able to contain my excitement. Xenos took a good, hard look at it. “Indeed it is. But as I should have guessed, it is now the book of dark.” We all gathered around the box, examining the book inside curiously. “I remember the last time I saw this book it was a dark shade of brown. Now it looks…pitch black.” Xenos nodded, “The dark magic took hold of the book as well.”

(REVERSE) “BLOOD CLASS.” The alternate world and book that there is so much to learn and to discover about. The world that doesn’t exceed the original, but holds the more than the amount of darkness that one can endure and fight against. The world that everyone will be trap, the moment that the book of Dylan opens. His smile even draws wider in the most cunning way, as he couldn’t wait and somehow subsides his excitement for the upcoming future that awaits them. “Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?”

Old, witch-begotten. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. It was heavier than I expected, and colder too—as if it had a life of its own. I placed it carefully on the reading table, brushing off heavy layers of grime with my sleeve. The cover was plain of title, bearing only a carved serpent entwined around a crescent moon. My heart skipped. This wasn't just a book. This was sacred. or demonic. I opened the first page. "Let the darkness be born in blood. Let the son of the accursed bloodline rise out of the ashes of the slain witches. His mate will bleed, and from her womb will come salvation… or destruction."

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

“You’re a witch, can’t you just magically scan through pages by pages of these books?” “It doesn’t work that way, Amelia.” She stopped on the page. “There you go.” “I can’t read it,” Amelia confessed. “Its original is written in Sanskrit. It could be lost in translation, but it said, oh, boy.” “What does it say?” I stood up and joined them. Ren and Theia, too. “In short. An ancient being of dark blood tried to create warriors by using the Book of Darkness.” “Dark blood? Like a demon blood?”