Dead Man's Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

I staggered back. “You pulled me here.” “Yes.” “Why?” His smile widened. “To make you realise what Morcant stole from you.” My heart slammed. “What?” He stepped forward. “When he fed you,” Caelan said softly, his voice wrapping around me like smoke, “He bound you to him so tightly you can barely breathe without feeling him.” I shook my head. “No.” “Yes,” Caelan whispered. “And he was so terrified of losing you that he poured more of his blood into you than any vampire has given a mortal in centuries.”

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists. "I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her. "Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud.

“We have a situation. I can’t tell what he is, but he was chanting something that sounded like a spell. In really old tongue. Then he seized up and died." She crouched beside the body, long fingers brushing the air just above the man's chest, not quite touching. Her rings caught the waning sunlight. “Hmm.” She inhaled slowly, then wrinkled her nose. “Suicide curse. Rough one, too. Must’ve been tied into him beforehand. A failsafe.” “Was he a witch?” I asked sharply. Ramona gave a light, musical laugh as she rose to her full height, brushing invisible dirt from her coat.

Ghostly eyes opened in their sockets, glowing like embers. Cole’s heart slammed against his ribs. The ghosts of wolves — translucent and shimmering — rose around the altar. Their eyes fixed on him, unblinking. The largest of them stepped forward, its muzzle scarred, its form barely holding shape. “Bennett…” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “You carry the sickness of the First Blood. You were never meant to survive her touch.” Cole’s fists clenched. “Tell me where she is!” “She is becoming,” the spirit growled. “And when she wakes, she will unmake everything — even you.”

“But she didn’t.” Draven looked at the floor when he saw a few drops of blood. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the drops turning red to black. He crouched down as he raised his fingers and swiped them across the floor as blood sneered across his fingers. He rubbed them together as he chanted something under his breath. Lucifer watched in surprise as Draven panted heavily as he backed away from the blood. “Unless she wants Sarah’s magic.” **** “I-I don’t understand. Sarah’s magic? Are you kidding me or what? She’s a human, Draven. A freaking human who doesn’t even know how to defend herself from her husband,” Damon looked at Lucifer.