Fairy Tail Bloodman Novels & Stories

*Boom* Like a ferocious cannonball Alucard flew towards Mane. His aura was like a burning stream, and his Bloodlust towered to the heavens. Mane frowned and moved aside once more. With Dance of the Moon Butterfly in effect, along with the help of True Eyes, it would be difficult for Alucard to touch the hem of his garment.

“I drink human blood, though. I am convinced my eyes are the same as the former lord.” James shook his head again. “As the Blood Servant; the title that was bestowed upon the former vampire lord, I can assure you that you’re different from him.” “What makes you believe so?”

I corrected. Warm amusement rippled through our bond. I took my place at the head of the rough table, every eye fixed on me. “Thank you for coming,” I began, my voice steady. “I know you’re weary. But we must decide what comes next—now, while the stakes are clear.” “I am a Silvermane, the last of a bloodline that can channel divine power. During the battle, I absorbed the Moon’s Tear. Together, they… altered me. Let me become what you saw.”

frowning in disbelief he scoffed, “You’ve never eaten a ham sand which? Shaking my head I quickly looked up at him as he still had a quizzical look on his face, shaking it off he quickly pointed toward the blood bags, “Well, you need blood though right?” turning my attention toward the blood bags I instantly felt a strange tingly sensation down my spine as I felt a puddle develop in my mouth, how did he know I needed blood? Looking up at him I swallowed hard, “Is that... human… blood?” Nodding he smirked, “Yes, what else would it be?” shaking my head I took a step back, “No thank you,” frowning he stared at me with uncertainty, “You don’t want human blood?” as he said human blood I felt some

Unlike Baron, I use my powers only when necessary and if am given an opportunity to be back to normal, I will embrace it in a twinkle of an eye. Bringing myself back to the situation at hand, I thought of how some young men and women are going to be missing for few hours. Unlike my father, I don't kidnap little kids to turn them into Iska's rather I tell my men to get over a hundred human from the street of London, drain one pint of blood from them, give them some cash, compel them to forget and let them go back to their loved ones. But that doesn't make me feel any less evil. Just to control the level of human blood intake, I trained the new ones to live on animal blood, leaving the human f

Wait, why am I describing him? I just shook my head lightly to avert my thoughts and followed him inside the magic circle. He gave me a small knife for the cutting of my flesh. I heaved a deep sigh before proceeding. There is no turning back. This is for my friends. I bit my lower lip as I made a cut on my palm. I clenched my fist and let a drop of my blood fell onto the magic circle. It glowed brightly the moment my blood reached it. “I, Cerina Samara Imperial, is having a blood pact with Mammon, the demon king of Greed—”

" I asked. "She is going to be dead very soon," A man said to Damon. "So what did you expect me to do?" He asked. "Give her your healing blood to drink, that may bring her back.. My blood did nothing" He replied. "Knife" Damon ordered and it was brought to him immediately while I moved back to his side. He cut his hand and the man beside her opened her mouth and Damon poured a little of his blood into her mouth. The next thing that happened was her reckless body moving and then it stopped and she closed her eyes.

You could manipulate the mark to feel things. “Fenrir what have you done!” She demanded and sounded a little panicked. “Where are you going, undo this!” Tamara couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was a very odd blood bond symbol and he’d done it with no ritual involved. Who was this man? She clearly didn’t know anything and how dare he do this to her! He barely knew her and bound her by blood to him? She did not belong to him, but he didn’t listen when she demanded he stop. He kept going out of the room. She jumped up to follow him and she was going to make him undo it.

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

His shoulders rose slightly as if the sound affected him deeply, as if my voice touched him. When the last note faded, he exhaled—a soft, almost sensual release of breath. “She is mine.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Madame Elladine bowed deeply. “My Lord Morcant—” Lord Morcant. The patron. The masked phantom of The Blood Opera. The man whose name was spoken in fearful admiration throughout London’s underworld. He raised a hand, silencing her. His gaze pinned me in place. “Miss Wynn,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet over steel, “Welcome to my opera.”