Dark Soul Blood Novels & Stories

He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael. A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room. Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most likely deliriously drunk. "What did you find out?" His voice slurred out. He didn't bother turning to look at Summer as he spoke instead choosing to lift his drink to his lips. Summer let out a long sigh, "we have a mole." Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so.

- he closed his mouth when he saw the frown of the man as he pushed aside Alisha's clothes leaving his stained chest exposed. -It is the only method, it will not be a complete link, but you have to bite it and give it your blood, I will also give it mine, the wolf's blood will repair the damaged organs faster than its human body. Cristian hesitated at first but had to give in. He knew that this decision would cost her when her partner woke up, a woman as independent as she would go crazy if they tied her up like that, but it was the only method of keeping her in this world, and Serguei was selfish enough not to lose his right hand.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

His laugh was hollow, desperate. The seer laid out three small vials of dark red liquid. “This is your blood. Mix it together in the bowl. Let it be the key that opens the door to the veil. You must each willingly offer your life force.” I looked from the vials to their eager faces. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice steady despite the pounding in my ears. Dane hesitated, then slowly extended his hand. “I’m with you, Sierra,” he whispered. “Even if I’m terrified.”

The source is left a hollow vessel, a ghost in their own skin. "Black magic," a voice rasped from the shadows. I jumped, the book nearly sliding off the bed. An old man stood by the window, his eyes clouded with cataracts but sharp as needles. The record-keeper. "It’s not just a transfer, boy," he whispered, leaning on a cane made of driftwood. "It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?"

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

The long table was empty, except for Seth and Sarah at the head. In front of Leo's seat was a small stone bowl. It was filled with a deep purple liquid that pulsed with a strange, powerful energy. "Sit, Viola, Leo," Sarah smiled sweetly, but her tone was a command. She pointed to the bowl. "This is our Blackwood 'Blood of Awakening.' It's a bloodline-strengthening potion. Normally, only the most powerful pups are worthy of it." My own blood ran cold. As a High Healer, I knew exactly what that was.

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

Scarlet droplets splattered on the grayish ground and the dew-covered grass, a shocking sight. This was not ordinary blood, but Heart's Vital Blood infused with the primordial source of the heavens and the cultivation of myriad ages. Each drop that fell caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly. Carl's body swayed, his robe fluttering in the morning wind. The hand hanging at his side clenched tightly, knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging. He tried to stand firm, to maintain his composure, but the agony of his soul essence shattering surged over him like waves, swallowing all his resolve and calm.