Fairy Tail Bloodman Novels & Stories

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

Anna giggled and said, “Where’s Stephen Hendrix? Is his face better?” Alex nodded his head. “Yes, but he needs to rest for a while.” Seeing that there was still some time left, Alex said, “Let’s go down there and have a look. The old demon from the Blood Cult came from the underground earlier. This guy is a Shadowman and his powers are not weak. We might get a windfall.” Just now, Alex managed to locate the place where the old demon was in seclusion by capturing the aura released by him. He immediately brought along Anna to look for the place.

However, it had to study Caspian thoroughly before it knew what kind of bloodline a Caspian had. "Yan Realm!" Caspian suddenly released the Yan Realm. Endless flames burned the bloody man to ashes. Although Blood Man could still be revived in the underground palace, his recovery speed would be very slow because of the steam in the Yan Realm. In such a short time, it was enough for Caspian to suppress Blood Ancestor. "Oh no!" Blood Ancestor was terrified, followed by Caspian's green fist. Bang bang! Under the suppression of the bloodline, the Blood Ancestor could not resist at all. In addition, his face and nose were swollen because of Caspian, and there were many cracks on the eggshell, so h

Darians voice, rough and dark echoed against the walls, “do you step down from your claim?” Emanuel flickered his gaze, fighting for the last strings of life and looked at me, a wheezing sound left his lips as he choked out “yes.” As soon as the word left his lips, Darian released his hold and Emanuels body falls to the floor in a pool of his own blood. Darian took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket- he wiped the blood off his hands as though the blood came from an animal he had killed, but no matter how much he wiped they were still stained red.

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

Passionate attack. The mutilated body lay motionless, drowning in its own blood. Nearby, Alud convulsively spat out the remains of flesh and blood, the magical nature of this creature made his body extremely inedible, and disgusting in taste. - How did Brook-ta-man keep his blood inside him for so long? Alud thought in surprise. - Even just tearing his flesh is unbearable. – spitting the last time, he says. Szazzul swam up to them. - Honorable gentlemen, what did you manage to find out? he asks cautiously, slightly hunched over.

But if not, then Brandon would take the violent route. After losing Rachel, Brandon had tried to be patient and suppress his cruel nature. As an authoritative leader, he will seek the best solution. After all, Brandon needed their saliva as medicine. "Hey, aren't you in too much of a hurry? How about we introduce ourselves to each other first?" said the man in the robe. The smirk that formed on his lips seemed to mock Brandon. Then, he extended his hand with artificial politeness. "Damon Bloodknight," he continued, introducing his name.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

The silence of the Frost Sanctum returned, heavy and terrifying. ​Then, from the shadows of the broken doorway, a new sound emerged. Slow, rhythmic clapping. ​A man stepped out. He wasn't a demon, and he wasn't a hunter. He wore a simple black suit, and his eyes were as white as the snow outside. ​"Impressive," the man said. "But you've used up your welcome." ​Kael growled, clutching Seraphina tighter. "Who are you?" ​The man smiled, revealing teeth that were much too sharp. "I'm the one who should have had that blade a long time ago."

It took several minutes before I found something. A section near the middle of the book had been marked with a thin ribbon. The handwriting there was different. Still elegant, but older. Another Cantari. My pulse quickened as I began reading. The abilities described below appear rarely within the Cantari bloodline. They are powerful, unpredictable, and dangerous when untrained. My eyes moved faster down the page. The most commonly recorded manifestation is hemokinesis. Blood manipulation. My breath caught slightly. So I wasn’t imagining it. The next several pages described the ability in careful detail.