Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

As Sera was dying, she stormed into the room. Aurora didn't understand the ancient vampire tongue Lucien was muttering to her while he held her. Aurora's hybrid sight saw the tie between them as a thin silver thread that pulsed once, twice, and then started to fray."No," gasped Lucien. "Not yet. Let me—"

Shantelle said full of confusion. What's happening to me? Why is it like this? I thought they could smell my blood. When I first set foot here, they smelled my blood. But, why not now? Is it possible that Lola Eny has something to do with this? The ritual she did before is probably the reason why they couldn't smell my blood. “Ahhhhh!” We turned to a male vampire who screamed. My eyes widened when I saw his body was smoking. His jacket is on the floor. How did that get there? He couldn't take it off because it would hurt him.

"Come and become what you must become. Come and write the ending that you choose, not the ending that was written for you." I stepped forward, my hand finding the shard that I had carried since the catacombs, the Duskbane relic that answered to revenant blood, that hummed with a frequency of boundaries and blood and the maintenance of what others would break. The Blood Moon rose invisible beyond the chapel's walls, its approach measured in heartbeats, in silver tendrils, in the weight of three days that had become two, that had become one, that had become this final moment when everything would change.

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

She ran to the upper room and shut the door. "A divine soul's blood. How did it get here?". She muttered and quickly went to her safe box, brought it out, and opened it. She brought out an antidote and drank it. A few minutes later, her body calmed down but she was weak. She hasn't fully recovered and now, she just drank a cup of the divine soul's blood. Out of all blood, a divine soul's blood is poisonous to a witch. It burns them from within and if there is no antidote, it burns them outside. Emily fell to the ground, breathing slowly while looking at that roof.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”