Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

“Come on, you don’t expect me to give away information on a Vampire for free now do you?” I made a sound of disgust “What do you want?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. A calculated look crossed his face “Your blood would be sufficient enough payment.” Before I could say anything, Duke immediately stepped forward, his stance protective. “Absolutely not.” Caesar raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t speaking to you, Beta.” “As far as your request requires spilling my Alphas blood, you were.” He all but growled and I held up a hand to stop him. He stepped back instantly.

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

After approximately ten minutes, the First Blood Emperor appeared with the bottle James needed and handed it over to him. James took the bottle and unsheathed the Primordial Dragon Slayer. Then, he pulled up his sleeves and carefully grazed his skin with the sword, allowing his blood to slowly drip into the bottle. After the bottle was filled, he stopped and catalyzed True Energy to stop the blood flow. After comparing the two bottles, he put them away and turned to leave. The moment he walked out of the apse, he bumped into Sky. Blocking his path, Sky reached out, “Where’s the dragon’s blood?”

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

I keep replaying those nightmares, those visits from that demonic, hallucinated version of Alessia/Christian happening right inside his church… I load my revolver with consecrated bullets before strapping it in concealed carry beneath my coat. Then I pick out a vial of holy water for good measure. I nick my finger on one of my silver-plated knives while reaching for it. I really am out of it, clumsy and unfocused… My vision sharpens with laser-focus in that very same moment though, fixating on the bead of blood welling out from this shallow cut. Not human red – It's black. It has to just be the dim lighting, making it look that way.

Dark pools spread beneath the elders, winding through cracks in the broken courtyard until they reach the fractured stones and stop. Every droplet quivers; one bead rolls backward, followed by another, defying gravity. Thin red threads begin to creep across the courtyard slowly, like living veins searching for each other. The blood abandons the bodies that shed it, twisting together in streams that meet, thicken, and rise. A heavy sphere forms between the corpses, rotating with a slow, unnatural rhythm. Inside it, darker currents swirl beneath brighter crimson layers, folding over each other like something alive. The air shifts; the metallic scent of blood becomes so thick it coats his tongu

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

“However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of the Fangs people. “That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."