Fairy Tail Bloodman Novels & Stories

I knew how to defend what was mine. I stepped out of the vault, moving silently through the damp basement. The footsteps above were heavy, deliberate. They were heading for the library. I moved up the stairs, my breath held tight. I reached the library door and looked through the crack. The man was standing by the desk, his back to me. He was tall, wearing a long wool coat that was soaked with rain. He was looking at the empty space where the ledger had been. He turned around. It wasn’t Arthur Vance. It was a man I had never seen before—older, with a face that looked like it had been carved out of the mountain granite. He had a military bearing and eyes that were as cold and grey as the Adir

Chu Xun said coldly. The man's expression turned gloomier and his crimson eyes looked even stranger. "I am Blood Lord," he said while bowing with both hands clasped in front. Chu Xun looked at him quietly and said after a long while, "I've never heard of you." Blood Lord laughed in a weird voice, and the smell of blood on him grew even stronger. "You are well known across the Martial Tao world, yet I am just a nobody. It's perfectly normal that you've never heard of me, but you probably should remember Blood Hand. He died in your hands, and he is my junior."

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

“Fair enough. I will be right back.” I walk down into my storage room to my endless blood coolers and head directly to my transfusion cooler. If a vampire ever needed a transfusion, I had vampire blood available for them. I grab for one of my big cooler bags and begin counting out a thousand bags of blood. The missing blood doesn’t even make a dent in my smallest cooler, and I smile at how he will react. I zip it back up and head back outside to him. “Here,” I state as I hand it to him. “What is this?” He asks, looking at it uncertainly. “Can you carry that since it is manmade?” I question. I hadn’t thought of it before I filled it. “I can carry it; I cannot reach inside of it, though.” Such

I smirk and turn the page. "The Mann has left. He drew blood from five sick children, and from ten healthy members. He claimed it was to have something to compare the sick blood to. He said he'd return in no more than ten days, with a cure. Sanju is restless, as she was left behind. The fact that she even listened to his demands for her to remain here, is inconceivable." A short entry, and there was a drawing on the large empty space. It was a woman, slender and feminine looking, wearing what looked like a nightgown. She was reaching upwards towards the top of the page, with flowers trailing out of her fingertips. Even as a drawing, she was beautiful.

she asked The man passed a flat plate that held a very sharp knife to her and said"your blood" "My blood? What for?"She cringed "Your choice demon"the man proudly turned away. "Okay, fine. I would do it"she retorted reluctantly. She took the knife from the plate and cut her thumb. Her blood dripped into the plate immediately and then, she dropped the knife and let the sore heal. "Here, it's done now. So tell me where he is" she said. The man turned back to her and picked up his cup of tea from the table and took a sip. "A small hut at Larden"he said "he sits there with a woman"

I have made so many deals that I haven't gone hungry for years now. And even though my heart, which was fainting, regained its strength, I couldn't shake off the feeling I was feeling at the moment. What is this? Why can't I shake off this feeling? Is it a spell? Or have I done anything wrong? I was still thinking when the door of the room opened and an old man walked in! I looked at the butler, and he immediately excused us to see who the man was. He is the one who is in charge of all my records and deals. He is called the agent of blood! He is the one who goes out to claim the lives of people who are found guilty of going against my deals.

She immediately ran away and hid herself. “No…” I tried to kick him away. The blood streamed all the way, and Fake Catalina hid herself inside watching as the man took my body away. “Help me!” I asked for her help, but she smirked at me and she closed the door with a smiling face. “Who the hell are you?! Please don’t kill me!” The man replied, “You are going to be my blood servant, your blood is enticing to me…..”

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

"You're just one of the other guys then. Do you plan on selling us as slaves? If not I can promise you that we wouldn't go down without a fight." The man scrunched his beautiful brows. "Slaves? What are you talking about?" "Those men you just defeated planned on making us slaves," Elena said, going along with what she was sure was his ploy to get her to calm down. "They called themselves warriors of the Blood Kingdom, which you introduce yourselves as. Now you know why I am wary of you." The man's face curled up in anger, and Elena was sure he would take it out on her. She was surprised again when he turned his face outward, looking at whoever was there, and shouted.