Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

And then, I stepped inside. The man seated opposite my father did not turn, yet his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, streaks of silver woven into dark hair, ink curling over his neck, promising more beneath the fabric of his shirt. Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

He cupped her face, tilted her head to the side, and studied the faint bruise still blooming on her throat from the last bite. “Tonight,” he said, voice low and rough, “I’m going to give you my blood. Just enough to turn you for a few hours. You’ll feel everything a hundred times stronger. Every touch will feel like lightning. Every thrust will feel like dying and being reborn. And when I drink from your neck while I’m buried inside you, you will scream loud enough for the entire city to hear.” He drew a small crystal dagger from thin air, no handle, just a blade of black glass. One quick slice across his own throat and dark blood welled instantly, thick and shining.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

[ Blood Domain ] {Gods of blood are gods of extreme opposites; on one hand, they are often terrifying, dangerous, and vicious who preside over sacrifice and slaughter. Likewise, life, purity, and regeneration of the body are associated with them by the blood. } [Blood Domain {Epic Domain}] Visions of Final moments: You can use the blood of the fallen to obtain their memories. Black curse: Delivers a powerful curse to an enemy which poisons the very blood that runs through its body.

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.