Dead Man's Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

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.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

But you wouldn't have it until you checked your tape, so in that time, I went and researched. The one thing that I couldn't understand was how you keep a powerful demon in the circle without it using its powers to break it. It wasn't long until I discovered that dead man's blood was the only way that I would ever be able to keep him in that circle. So I sent a little note to Gina because she was only person that knew about it and the only one I thought would actually have it.

The darkness consumed him as the last sight he saw was of Aunt Marina coming towards him. He opened his eyes as his breathings were getting heavier. He could see Aunt Marina and Trevor talking before he again fainted. He opened his eyes as that time he was completely awake to find himself in his room. He looked at his hands as they were all like before so was his bare chest. Nothing changed in him as he still wanted to taste blood. The door of his room creaked open followed by Aunt Marina. She gasped as she saw him alive. "Oh my God! You are alive." Aunt Marina came towards him as everyone came inside his room gradually. He could see they all were human except Aunt Marina because she wasn't

“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—"