Forged By Blood Novels & Stories

Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears. "What? What did you suspect?" I quickly demanded. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Ordinary true-blood vampires are strong because they are born that way, but the royal ones are far beyond the estimated strength. Though, there are just a few of the royal families left in the ancient world. Their bloodlines are believed to be inherited from the original creator of the vampire race. That explains why you were awakened earlier, why you have characteristics of a real vampire even though you're just half-blood. Now everything falls into place."

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

[Elara] The air in the Necropolis did not just freeze; it died. My blood was not just a fluid; it was a biological weapon. The moment my open, bleeding palm slammed against the center of the glowing red blood-ward, the dynamic of the universe fundamentally altered. The collision was not silent. It was a localized nuclear reaction. Valerius’s ward was forged from ancient necrotic blood magic the magic of the grave, the magic of absolute stagnation. My blood was living, breathing, White Lycan royalty the

To stop a bloody turf war between Melbourne's most powerful crime families, Jarrah "The Warden" Calaby is forced into an arranged marriage with Malia Kilsyth. Malia hates him with every fiber of her being convinced that Jarrah’s family ordered the hit that murdered her older brother years ago. On their wedding night, Malia hides a blade beneath her pillow, waiting for the cold-blooded Don to sleep so she can end his life. But Jarrah catches her wrist in the dark, laying down a startling contract: fake a happy marriage for six months to fool their enemies, and he will grant her absolute freedom, complete protection, and millions to disappear forever. As assassination attempts mount, Jar

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. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

Then squeezing the life out of him. A slow painful death. ’Shut up.’ He shoots back. His wolf snickers in response but retreats to the back of his mind. Leaving utter silence in its place. Instead, his thoughts spiral. He had heard the stories of old. The prophecies that, after decades of proof of their impossibility, became old wives' tales. Stories told by bards, provoking intrigue to gain fame. But he could not deny it now. He was there that night. The night it all started. The markings on her body were proof of her paternal bloodline. That had never been up for debate.