Fairy Tail Bloodman Novels & Stories

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Silver threads his beard, but age has only sharpened him further. Bjorn Wolfhart. Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Rudick stiffens immediately, shoulders straightening, stance rigid. His respect is unmistakable — every muscle taut, every movement deliberate. He is silent, waiting, ready to obey. “You should already be on the road,” Bjorn says. “I told you,” I say evenly, crossing my arms. “I will not partake in that circus.” I ball my fists but keep my hands by my side. “It is not a circus.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”

Before they could recover, a strange man shrouded in a mist of blood appeared as well. "Don't you know that Juwanians are the loyal followers of Lord Saydan? Everyone in the world, no matter who they are, must kneel before him!" A tall and burly man walked out of the crowd, exuding a sinister energy. A slight breeze swept over them, and an intensely pungent smell assailed everyone's nostrils at once. It was obvious that the man frequently ingested the flesh and blood of living humans, which was why he smelled so bad.

"Nope. Never heard of that name." "You don't know Torrent?" The man appeared surprised but soon demanded again, "Then to what do I owe the pleasure? Or is there a problem with staying out of each other's way?" "It's the spiritron vein." Frank spread his palms as he explained calmly, "You've been abusing the power of the spiritron vein and shed too much blood. I've simply come to stop you." "I see." The bandaged man chuckled coolly. "Then I guess you're Jouri Yelin's boy?"

I catch the sight of blood on his arm before he could reply, and he huffs when he sees me watching it. “I couldn’t have accessed your mind without your blood.” I glare up at him before grasping the gratified look that glints in his eyes. “My blood? How is it that it does not burn your skin?” “It can’t scald supernatural beings.” The new man smirks, more like a proud smirk for whatever he has just said. He begins to look like he needs to explain more about supernaturalism. Yet, my blood is still on him—he can feel my knowledge of the latter.

“It was an order from we so-called, Grim Reaper. I haven’t met him yet, but my boss… He’s the one who talks directly to the grim reaper.” The guy confessed as he struggled to breathe due to the continuous flow of blood from his face. “Tell us, where is your hide-out?” It was Itsuki’s turn to ask. While Mariko took off the knuckles from her hand and wiped her bloody hands with wet wipes. The man looked at Mariko who also sent him daggers through her stare.

He realized that the latter was also in the Caelum Acme Rank and that his aura was increasing. Instantly, he smiled and said, “I believe you’re the Simpson couple now. There’s no need for a duel.” Hearing that, James dispersed his aura. Initially, his aura was not strong. At this time, he did not want things to go wrong. Thus, he used the secret art recorded in the Blood Mantra and burned his blood vein. In an instant, his aura grew powerful. The Blood Mantra was created by the Ancestral Blood Master. It was mysterious and one of the most terrifying Supernatural Signature Skills in the Chaos District.

It made their bodies feel as if they were being pierced by needles, and their hearts beat faster than usual. "Hahaha, I'm sorry I can't play with you guys. But don't worry! This game will be the most interesting one for all of you, it won't disappoint you!" said the blood man with a satisfied laugh, then the demon-like blood creature grabbed the man's body with its large hands. Cracckkkk...