Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

I declared, without a hint of argument or hesitation. “If that is so, I order you to squeeze blood into this bowl,” Elder Syria, commanded and presented a black bowl to my face. I reached out a thumb and Laurence did the honors by slashing it and pressing my palm to the bowl, my blood dropping into the water. There was spirit in the bowl, and a light red color. I perceived the scent of blood as it came to my nostrils, and sent Davos a glance to which he nodded and I knew his blood too was inside.

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

In the darkness of the cargo compartment, Ethan had meticulously prepared all the necessary items for the ritual. The air was thick with palpable anxiety, as if every passing moment was a relentless test of our resolve. I carefully poured the blood into the chalice, my hands trembling slightly—whether from nerves or exhaustion, I couldn’t tell. The blood shimmered with a mysterious glow under the dim light, casting an ominous prelude to the life-or-death decision that lay ahead.

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

'BLOOD IS KEY. The inscriptions in the Grimoire, this is what it meant. I'm here to set the dark one free, because my blood is Namek's, and the only key to open the pendant lantrix. My Blood was the key to unleash the Darkness! "Soon the whole world will experience a change, and you have a huge role to play in the new world order that will come. Your blood will awaken the Dark one." Delilah used her sharp nails to slice open my neck. I groan a little at the stinging pain. Crimson blood flowed down from my neck.

“Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?” “I’ll go to the latter.” Rolling her eyes, she summoned her shadow. It appeared in front of them, its whole figure blinking. Before Kleint’s eyes, she pinched her shadow’s flesh, biting her lips as the pain washed through her like a bucket of ice. “T-This—this is the blood—the shadow’s blood.” Her eyes were drooping as she gulped, but she merely shook her drowsiness by thinking about what her father would say if she collapsed again.

“Augendae: Spirit Scan; Target: Bloodlust’ Bloodlust: A skill possessed by Vampire Royalty. This skill requires that a Vampire Royal consumes the blood of a pure member of another species. It gives the user power comparable to the strength contained in the blood consumed. However, it comes at a cost. Bloodlust robs the user of his or her sanity, making it a difficult skill to control. It should be noted this ability only works with those who have never been tainted by the fangs of a Dark Creature.

Rena chuckled and glared teasingly at Viktor. "You're a Badblood for sure" Niko said, who stood on the shadows a little far away from Viktor, leaning at the cold stone wall, his arms crossed at his chest. His voice was hard and deep, full and low. Very manly. "No ordinary humans bleed gold. You just don't know your ability yet and that golden blood is a clue" Serra stared at him. She seemed lost in his words and swallowed. His curly hair waving in his forehead, covering his eyes. His muscles was hard and firm in the dim light