Fairy Tail Bloodman Novels & Stories

And then the dream of the dead man over the holidays, pouring his blood out to the Master who had called him, a fog glowing in his dark eyes just before he fell to the ground, dead forever. At the end of the tale, Ash drew Celia close in an embrace. She didn’t understand, but she knew in her heart that Celia would not lie. She saw the burning on her friend’s face even as she had seen the blood on her own arm. Whoever this Blood Master was, he was at fault. And it was him that brought that poor waiter to his death in the woods behind the Academy. “Sounds like a vampire,” a voice boomed behind them. No one had heard the man approach. No one had known that there was even anyone else by the tree

It soon was reported to him that Banzayémon was earning his living among the mountebanks of Asakusa; so Chôbei communicated this intelligence to Umanosuké, who made his preparations accordingly; and on the following morning the two went to Asakusa, where Banzayémon was astonished a crowd of country boors by exhibiting tricks with his sword. Then Umanosuké, striding through the gaping rabble, shouted out-- “False, murderous coward, your day has come! I, Umanosuké, the son of Umanojô, have come to demand vengeance for the death of three innocent men who have perished by your treachery. If you are a man, defend yourself. This day, your soul shall see hell!” With these words he rushed furiously

Her soft snort reverberated off the fractured windows. The sword slid back into its sheath with an easy sigh as the warmth of his chest disappeared. If he wanted to kill her, the sword was unlikely to stop him. His wolf was a shadow to his human form; its presence seemed to lurk in the corners behind him. Watching and waiting. The Beast, indeed. Her skin crawled, and she shivered, suddenly aware of the chill. "My brother will kill me." "I know," the desk groaned under his weight. "Which is why I want you to come back with me."

Realising he might be a Blood member because he had no badge, I quickly looked down. "Go home, wolf and tend to your wounds," he ordered with a breathtaking voice that carried authority, and I began to run. He was handsome, his voice was something else, his build was of a god, but he was a Blood member, which made him above my pay grade. I wished I looked at his face a little longer, just to memorise the features of the person that had saved my life, but my station did not afford me that Luxury. I thanked the goddess for sending the stranger in my direction. Nickson would have killed me, and no one would pay for it.

Their eyes glinted in deranged neon ruby-blooded tone while they conjured the powers from within and whispered enchantment. “Tu, sanguis sacer, qui per venas mortalium fluit, da mentis et actionis suae potestatem. Sanguis sanguinem poscit, sanguis eorum manus imperet ut pares occidunt.” When they uttered the last words of their enchantment, the sigil of same red neon tone as their eyes projected in the air above us. Direful, vexed charcoal clouds which were bestrewn above us were speckled heavily with bloodied mottles which would occasionally spit few ominous bolts of ruby thunder they absorbed. Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them.

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

"Do you think that these humans won't come again?!" "I'm not a monster." I replied abruptly. "Oh yes you are. Very much, just like me" "I'm nothing like you, Bulk." "Hmm…" he turned around and started walking away, and as he was engulfed by the dark, he muttered. "You've got blood on your hands though. The blood of Edeth Lopez." I clenched my teeth and firmed my fist as my fingers beared my claws, graving them into my wrist. **** *CAMILA*_*

The heel hit him on the back of his head. "Owww!" He cried and turned around, looking shocked and furious. "Who dare threw this!" He pulled his hand back from his head and saw his own blood. Well, who knew high-heels could come so handy? I recognized the man now. He was the bodyguards of Lord Dimitri, but whatever he was, his blood-sucking needed to be stopped. "Leave the girl!" I said again. I had never seen a real vampire in the middle of his feeding before. The experience made my stomach churn.

He studied many supernatural species from his luna and Stefano, but there were things that he had yet to discover. The man who clad in all black wasn’t someone who was supposed to be walking on the face of Earth. Liam could feel his power was parallel with Stefano, the High Lord of the Daemons. “Take them home,” the man said to no one. Suddenly, heads began to roll on the ground, and Liam’s eyes widened when the mercenaries dropped to the ground one by one, headless. Blood flowed out of their neck, painting the ground red. Just like that, thirty mercenaries died, and the man clad in all black stood before him.