روايات وقصص ضمن Dead Man's Blood Supernatural

Ophelia felt shiver down her spine, the blonde man had never looked so menacing. “A siren,” he asked happily, before bursting into a chilling laughter, “this is gold, we caught the rare creature, a vampire’s great meal.” “Do you want us to tell the queen? Or better yet do you want to have a taste of the rare blood they speak so highly of,” the other man said, Ophelia could now tell he was a warlock, ugh, so warlock now risks their coven by working with jerks. “No… we will make her the main event,” “But…” “Shut up Nick, we make her the main event, kill whoever buys her and make her the main event again. After we have accumulated enough money, I will drink her dry.”

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

Besides, Cronos was part of the reason why that rampant power in his Soul Scape was under control, so Mane couldn’t lash out at him. “Also, that isn’t an enemy you can ignore,” Cronos advised. Dracula had appeared before Mane, with an energy ball suspended above his horn. With a jerk of his head the ball smashed towards the young Supreme, bringing forth power that could swallow the world. “I cannot handle this without both blades,” Mane realized and stretched out his hand. The blood of a Weapon Master flowed through his veins and with it, their abilities. Nightmare screamed energetically as it flew out of Tucker’s weak grasp and into Mane’s other hand.

"Or is it simply the truth that has been hidden from you all along? You are neither one nor the other, but both. A child of daemonium and eldritch blood. And I… I am here to claim you." Selena's legs tremble beneath her, her chest heaving as the dark revelation sinks its claws deep into her soul. Her blood burns, her mind spins, and the shadows of the woods seem to close in around her. Everything she knew, everything she thought she was, is slipping through her fingers like sand. "No…" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I won’t let you take me." Seraphina’s grin widens, the crimson reflection in her eyes flashing with benevolent intent. "We shall see, little wolf. The bloodmoon calls,

“How does it work?” He flipped the page to keep reading the text, “well according to this section here, it would typically work with anyone in general, making someone lust after anyone they’re interested in. Unless, someone dilutes it with their own blood, then it works on them specifically. The blood in it isn’t werewolf though, the sequence is different. It’s definitely another supernatural though.” Supernatural blood. Dimitri said there was blood in it, playing it off as if it was human. It wasn’t, it was his. “Thanks Tj, shred that information for me.”

Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses. Blood dripped from them. Slowly. Steadily. Endlessly. It pooled beneath them in shallow basins, and from those basins, channels carved into the stone floor carried it outward—toward sigils. Massive sigils, drawn in crimson, pulsing with an unholy light. Blood magic. Someone was crying. A man, somewhere in the shadows, begging for death in a voice so broken it didn't sound human anymore. "Please," he wept. "Please, I can't—I can't anymore—just let me die—"

Gale picked up violently in the public square, wailing and howling. The surviving Heartless Palace disciples turned deathly pale. They had never seen such a terrifying scene in their lives. With a wave of Depraved Man's hand, the Blood-thirsty Banner immediately produced several human skulls that threw themselves at several female disciples. Unable to escape in time, the female disciples became dried corpses after having their blood sucked dry.

I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions. “But it’s the vampires that disturb me more,” I continued, voice soft but clear. “The killer used a forbidden method, death by full blood drainage. No tears, no marks of force. Just… empty. And the way the blood was drained wasn’t just to kill, it looked ceremonial. Intentional. As if someone is trying to ascend… or become something, someone, supernatural.” I stopped there, keeping the rest of my findings close to my chest. I didn’t trust them enough to give more. The room had fallen dead silent.

Their eyes glinted in deranged neon ruby-blooded tone while they conjured the powers from within and whispered enchantment. “Tu, sanguis sacer, qui per venas mortalium fluit, da mentis et actionis suae potestatem. Sanguis sanguinem poscit, sanguis eorum manus imperet ut pares occidunt.” When they uttered the last words of their enchantment, the sigil of same red neon tone as their eyes projected in the air above us. Direful, vexed charcoal clouds which were bestrewn above us were speckled heavily with bloodied mottles which would occasionally spit few ominous bolts of ruby thunder they absorbed. Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them.