Dead Man's Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

That not only supernatural monsters kill people. I look towards the small stream behind the widest path. Somewhere out there in the dark is a monster worse than the most psychotic serial killer. Somewhere out there is the dark one. A monster who isn’t just a dumb animal like the hamram, but some creature who apparently is after me. Why ? And how does Davina’s death fit into this ? The mental carpet can not fully dampen a dumb slap of impotence. It is my fault. “She was drained of blood”. Siri says.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

I just never thought she’d actually do it. All supernaturals have their magic rooted in their DNA. A long time ago, a makkari learned they could pull the magic out of someone’s blood and use it to make themselves stronger. Also having access to someone’s blood means that person is at your mercy whenever you wish. Manon would always be able to find this woman and could spell her into doing anything she wanted without ever having to be near her. The things she could do with supernatural blood are endless.

I shook my head, I did even know what the Solis amulet was. "The Solis amulet is the one single thing that can transfer the powers of a vampire to any other specie, even humans. And any vampire who possesses it can even walk under the sun without getting burned." He explained. Then he sighed wryly. "It's just that, when possessed by a werewolf, it yields an inexplicable kind of power, I really don't know how to put it into words. Any werewolf that can activate it would be the most powerful person alive."

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.