Dead Man's Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

Her hand was still shaking. "I suspected correctly," she grinned even more. "Your life is protected but I managed to get in," she laughed softly as if she was happy that she was able to see what was in my life. "Young Lady, your true form won't come out because it's protected. I found a lock in your blood and it needs to be broken. Your true form is having a hard time coming out because of this and it needs to be unlocked because otherwise, you'll die easily," she came to me. "You have the kind of blood that is rare among us all," she whispered.

Shadows erupted from the treeline. Dozens of creatures poured from the darkness—feral vampires, twisted and rabid, their eyes glowing red like coals in the dark. Their movements were jerky, unnatural, like puppets dragged by invisible strings. Behind them, rogue wolves emerged, foam at their mouths, their snarls feral and wrong.“They’re controlled,” Damien snarled, eyes flashing. His wolf surged, his growl deep and commanding. “This isn’t random. Someone sent them.”

" Iris paid the price and Felicity began pouring things in the cauldron. The old woman closed her once and chanted a spell. She began shaking and after few minutes she came back to her senses. "The only way to defeat the Southern demons is to combine the two souls. Those souls are your werewolf spirits. I assume you haven't consumed the mating process yet so you must complete it. The Blood Wolf values the mating process and both of you will become the strongest force we'll ever see. As for the ritual of the demons they wanted the blood of a true Blood Wolf royal. The mating process is the only way to replenish the powerful blood in your body. Those demons wanted to use the royal's blood to g

Alexis immediately started walking on there in slowly movement. Alexis kept looking straight at the man who was still enjoying the flow of water in the river with both of Alexis's blackish red eyes right on there right now immediately. Then after all of that, Alexis moved very fast and grabbed the man's neck that still in the river, it instantly made the man move erratically and try to escape from Alexis grabbed on it. But the power possessed by that man and Alexis was completely incomparable already. Alexis is much stronger than the man who is right now in Alexis's both of hands. The man was even starting to lose focus on how to breathe right on there about right now directly. The man start

They all stopped meowing at once. The place that was filled with hellish crying earlier suddenly became dead silent. The huge contrast was tough to get used to. “Did… Did something come out from the blood pool?” Maya asked with a tone of uncertainty. Alex nodded. “Yes!” “Is there really something? What is it?” Anna asked. “It’s a female ghost! I thought Mr. Hanson was a more humane member of the Blood Cult who only used cat blood but not human blood. It seems like I overestimated him. Quite a number of people had died in this blood pool!” Alex said.

I said in a near whisper. "What does that mean?" Peter asked me. "Means we're done for. Imagine if they have this in large quantities?" Jacob asked. "I suspect they might. Peter said they took that werewolf. I think they needed his blood, hence why he was taken alive." I said. "What are you talking about? What has his blood got to do with this? He's not a fucking vampire." Damon said. "No. I spent over an hour trying to fix this thing but it would not bulge. Only when I had mistakenly pricked myself and my blood fell on it that it powered up. Clearly, blood of supernaturals powers it up. That's how they found that guy." I explained.

Crimson spots contrasted sharply with its whiteness. Blood... I smell blood... Sweet smell, with the sour taste of magic... Zomzom got a strong whiff. The woman crumpled the kerchief in her hand, eyes glinting with joyful malice. Then, with her other hand, she took a small stiletto from between her breasts, opened her fingers wide and cut herself on the palm. Her own blood soaked into the tissue, exciting the dead man’s sense of smell. The Dark stirred in the air. Greedy and hungry. Not the Dark serving necromancers, but the other, living on Twilight’s lower levels and rarely rising up from their depths.

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.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.