Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

And how could he differentiate between real humans and werewolves in human form? Megan walked to the car booth with Zain, both of them staring at him. He looked blanched. "He's starting to decay, nothing can be done, quit whatever thing you are trying to do," Zain said, sighing. "What are you even planning to do?" Megan raised a bottle. "I need your blood in here." Trainor tried to walk on his heels to eavesdrop and spy on what they were doing. "Dad, stop! I can smell you. Go back or I'll just leave," Megan threatened.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

“It runs through the veins of the Red Moon pack. It was dormant once but now, it’s awakened. And with it… victory becomes possible.” He stepped closer, his tone dark and reverent. “The cursed blood is a weapon in itself. When it touches steel, it gives birth to wounds no power can heal. It turns metal into ravenous teeth. Dip a blade in it, and it won’t merely cut… it will eat. It will find whatever keeps Lucien immortal… and tear it out, piece by piece… until even the gods remember what it means to bleed.” Mira stared at him, her lips parted, her pulse quickening at the weight of his words.

I stopped breathing. My wolf growled again. But not in warning. In recognition. Like she knew him. Like she already wanted to submit. Professor Blackthorne stepped around his desk. His hands clasped behind his back. “Blood is not just a legacy. It’s a weapon. It carries memory. And when the blood inside you reacts to someone else’s—” he paused, his eyes dragging over me again, slower this time “—you will not always be able to control it.” I almost choked.

Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses. Blood dripped from them. Slowly. Steadily. Endlessly. It pooled beneath them in shallow basins, and from those basins, channels carved into the stone floor carried it outward—toward sigils. Massive sigils, drawn in crimson, pulsing with an unholy light. Blood magic. Someone was crying. A man, somewhere in the shadows, begging for death in a voice so broken it didn't sound human anymore. "Please," he wept. "Please, I can't—I can't anymore—just let me die—"

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

The frequencies clashed in the air, creating a spectacular aurora of violet and amber that lit up the entire Southern Cross. “It’s working!” Julian shouted over the roar of the mountain. “The grid is destabilizing! Silas is losing the signal!” But the cost was immediate. My skin felt like it was being stripped away by a sandstorm. My vision turned white as the data of a billion years flooded my brain. I was no longer Lisa. I was the rock. I was the salt. I was the ancient, unyielding bone of the world. “Lisa!” Toby’s voice was barely audible over the sound of gunfire at the fissure.