Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

Alessio finished her sentence: “He weaponized it.” --- In the vault, the thing bled. Not in the way flesh bleeds. Not in the way that ends life. This blood spread across the walls, seeping into the cracks like memory flooding a wound. It smelled of rust and burning paper, of ash and salt and something colder. The light shifted, flickering deeper red. Jace stood before it, skin damp, eyes wide, chest rising slower now as the heat in the room began to drop. His breath misted. The sixth man stepped back, touched the wall, and vanished into it—gone in a way that made the room feel smaller, tighter, hungrier.

Blood bubbled, spattering onto the ground. For a moment, Deluna reeled, the pupils widening in horror. "No," she whispered, horror in her voice. "Mine," Naomi continued, taking a step forward. "My blood, your vulnerability. As I'd predicted, my blood is salvation for others, but to you?" She flashed her a glint of blood, her blood, on the silver tip of the knife. "It's your demise." A scream, inhuman, shredded through the evening, a wailing cry of agony and heartache, and Deluna fought, attempting a counterattack, but Naomi moved, almost in a blur.

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 lives in the blood! She closed her eyes, shutting out the deafening clash of metal, the roars of the guards, and the terrifying resonance of Caelum’s blades meeting his resurrected brother's sword. She searched the depths of her soul, disregarding her outside conduits, and dove into her ancestral bloodline — the perfect, burning flame, passed down from Queen Aurelia and the old Solar Court.

The minute she is directly in front of me, I jump on her and attack first. As I stab her torso and then her head, I notice something quite strange. She doesn’t bleed red like anything else I have ever known. Instead, it is black, black like her eye sockets and her nonexistence of a soul. If I could describe it, her blood feels like it is cold and wet, but like sludge, because when I insert my knife in, it kind of sits there stuck before I am able to pull it out.

This smell was a little like the smell of blood. However, both Caspian and Flame Gordon knew that this was the aura left behind by the Blood Soul Profound Mine. The Blood Soul Profound Mine was originally the blood soul of an ancient demons. It was produced after being buried underground for countless years. It was normal for ores to carry a bloody smell. In the mine, it was indeed as Lion Morgan had said. It was winding, and from time to time, there would be a fork in the road. It was very normal for people who didn't understand it to lose their way inside.

After all, if they were they were without a flaw, why would they have accepted another as their lord? This weakness was silver. Unless one possessed silver – the only mineral that was poisonous to them – a Blood Daemon will never die. Breaker had died exactly because of this. You see, Davies had attacked the unfortunate Undead with Dark Shadow’s weapon, unaware that this weapon contained silver in it. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to kill a Blood Daemon if their vital spots were struck, and there was nothing more vital than the head and the heart, was there? In a sense, Davies had been lucky. After all, it was merely a fluke that he had murdered with a dagger that was not his own. T

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."