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...”

They're probably wondering who the murderer is. Izaac turned his head at me. He wasn't glaring or anything. He just stood there with this spark of interest in those green eyes. "I didn't poison it. I don’t understand." I was lost for words. It's like Izaac thinks of me as the murder suspect and it's nerve wrecking as hell. I bit the inside of my cheek. "Your blood. It's lethal to all demons. One drop of your blood can kill any darkly creatures. Now the question is, how is that possible? I've never encountered something like this before." Ambrose stated, his eyes pierced through me with curiosity.

He wasn’t coming back from that. “Mam?” Someone said coming around the corner and then gasped seeing her with blood down her front and hands. Three dead men and a woman with solid black eyes. She hissed at him and then took off faster than he could see. She was after all a creature of nightmares, and no remorse was there for what she did or the mortal she scared.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

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.

He never expected that they, who had become abandoned children and were raised in a sect, were actually only pretending to be siblings. "It's time for all of you to die, so accept your deaths at my hands, my brothers and sisters!" With the woman's hand raised, a red ball appeared and began to draw blood from each of the elders who were lying sadly on the ground. The technique used by the demon woman was to take the blood and life of the owner, turning the blood into power for the blood demons to increase their strength. "Ah, your blood is really delicious when I see it. Hahahaha, thank you, this time I really got a big reward from the journey I have taken so far!" said the woman happily, see

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.