Eternal Blood Emperor Novels & Stories

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

But I never expected situations to always work in my favour. "If there's any hesitation, Beta. You can stay behind." I told Aakash, talking on the stairs. "Not happening. I'll live with my brothers, I'll die for my brothers." He repeated the words. They were curved on their hearts when they took the blood oath. I got behind the wheel and twisted the keys. Drake hopped in. I wanted to end this as soon as possible. Arnav had given me all proof of him being the stalker. Though he was always hiding his face behind a mask. Tan had brought him up. He stole Antonio's son years ago and trained him to destroy us. His obsession for my wife would bury him in his graveyard. I accelerated the car as ange

He sighed loudly “His always here” Following Andrei through the large stone archway, Summer was dumbstruck as she stepped into drunken chaos with eternal high beamed ceilings and gothic black pews on the floor at the far end, the bloodied angel was spectacular. Its fast green lasers swept the dancing corpses like a mop and propelled them into frenzied movements.

After the two knights left, the hooded figures began to surround her and one of them leaned down, opening their hood revealing the Emperor, Gavril von Elysian himself. Verena's eyes widened in surprise when he appeared suddenly, catching her off guard. "Y-you...!" She screamed out weakly, which elicited a chuckle from the Emperor, who extended his hand to the other cloaked figure and handed him a scalpel. "Please hold on the pain, Lady Verena. I just want to remind you that it won't feel pleasant." He gave her a weak smile and softly grazed her cheek with the scalpel, causing her blood to fill up and roll down her face.

And Beverly's blood that night. "You're busy, Jacks. I will treat you. " "Go. Dimitry may be outside waiting for you. " "Dimitry's not coming tonight." Beverly laid Jackson on his bed. He swung his feet towards the bathroom and took water and a small towel. Patiently, Beverly cleaned the blood that flowed down Jackson's temples. Actually there is not much blood. But if it is not cleaned, the blood will dry out and smell bad.

I wanted to meet him sooner. The Blood Tyrant. The Emperor. The monster. I closed my eyes. And for the first time in years… I dreamed of blood.

"My family was noble, and yours wasn't much different. I was taken to a garden with ritual symbols carved all over it. That was the first ritual that turned me into an evil person. Every Blood Moon night, I hunted for prey.” “Wasn’t your first ritual being separated from Red?” Vaelora asked. I slowly shook my head. "I became immortal during the second ritual, after I was separated from Red. That’s what really happened. Every time there’s a sacrifice, the glory of these two families continues.” Vaelora fell silent for a moment. She looked confused, still unable to fully accept all of this. “Then when did my first life happen, the one where I met you?” Vaelora asked again.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

“Vanda said this has been a long time coming.” Emma’s face darkens slightly as the firelight dances across her features. “It all started when Vanda’s grandfather lost the Elder’s Blood title. After that, Kane saw VuK’s pack as inferior. The respect usually given to Elder’s Blood packs faded, but losing the title didn’t change VuK’s lineage. His blood is still strong, and the truth remains the truth—though Kane doesn’t see it that way. To him, losing the title means VuK’s blood might as well be shallow.” I frown. “I’ve never heard of Elder’s Blood.”

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.