Dead Man's Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

Demetria’s bones were mysteriously broken, like a twig snapped into tiny pieces. And her whole body was like a carrion. No. It was not like a carrion. It was absolutely a carrion. It was as if the Black Peruvian Rose drained every inch of life and every ember of existence from Demetria Cruise. She can no longer be identified. Perhaps even how many multiple autopsies will be conducted, no one will know the cause of her death. “Hmm, it’s really true to what the Blood Mistress said. The Black Peruvian Rose can definitely kill and suck out the life of heathens, vampires, and werewolves...”

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

My hands are still stained with my father's murderers blood. I was left alone in a dying world, with no sense of survival skills. Until I met Sofia. My saving grace and miracle friend. She took me into her home. The home we still share now as Sofias' family is wealthy. But none of that matters now because this life I live will be a life of the past if a dirty Kindred male manages to sink his sharp teeth into me. --- The chilling night has come, and the small moon that once shone with a brilliant yellow light that illuminated the entire sky. Is now a blood-red moon. It has a murderous effect on those who suffer from chemical imbalances in their brains. Making the streets a dangerous place.

To avenge remaining people, Elena asked the wamapka of Zamician tribe to turn her into a deadly Dark Blood Ghost, Wamaka are the one process on turning a human in to a ghost thought their dark magic and proper method of creating a man made ghost. Mr. Hanzo also told us that the people who died inside were the one who were directly and indirectly responsible for destruction of their town and their son, also he was previously aware of Beth real identity yet her purposely lured her to basement when his wife blood ghost went out of control and started murdering people insolently, however Beth was strong and cleaver, she was well prepared for every possible outcome, also since she was a Geometric

“That thing wasn’t just a rogue. It was… wrong. Twisted. Someone made it that way.” Lucas knelt beside her, his hand hovering near her shoulder like he wanted to help but didn’t dare touch. “She’s right. That wasn’t natural. Blood magic. I’ve seen it before — it’s not something rogues stumble into on their own.” Damon His jaw tightened. The word “blood magic” hit like a cold blade. He’d dealt with its corruption before — and he knew what it meant. Someone was hunting her. Not out of chance. Not out of hunger.

Pushing it open, I was greeted by a sight that would be seared into my mind forever. Sebastian was clutching at his shoulder where a deep wound had blood spilling all down his arm, Narcissa holding a black dagger over her head. Gus wiggled on the altar behind her, covered in the entrails as the Blood Moon rose above him. Black gates in the sky, holding back a horde of daemons and a Black Wolf the size of a mountain with red eyes. He was real, the Deceiver was real, and the malice he carried with him blanketed the air like a miasma.

The bandages had been soaked with blood and it seemed the stitches had been undone as I tried to take Luciana’s mate out. “No. I’m going to let you go,” I said. Luciana’s mate looked at me, the expression of shock etched on his face. “What?” He asked. “All I need is a pint of your blood. And some information.” The vampire stared at me, his crimson eyes wondering if he could trust me. The blood oozed down my hand and it was only a matter of time before he perceived it. The Dead Man’s flower was probably hiding the scent from him. That was my only advantage.