God Of Blood Novels & Stories

The question escaped before I could stop it. His jaw tightened. “Because you’re my responsibility.” “Your responsibility,” I repeated flatly. “Like a possession. Preferably a piece of furniture.” “If you want to think of it that way.” The casual cruelty of it stole my breath. I laughed—a bitter, broken sound. “You know what the worst part is? For years, I always pictured you as a god. I saw you as some kind of perfect being that should be revered.” I met his eyes, not caring anymore about the consequences. Even as I wondered where I had bought the courage from. “But you’re not that much of a god, Alpha. You’re just like every other man who got lucky to be of an Alpha lineage, and acts mercil

"What do you seek that would drive you to such lengths?" Kael steps forward, showing no fear despite the god literally radiating power in front of us. "We seek to break a curse. The Bloodwraith Mark—a punishment from Vorrak that's destroyed my family for generations. We've heard that you, as the core soul of the Mother, might have the power to unmake what the other fragments have made."

A chill ran through him. He stepped forward, grabbed Marco by the collar, and slammed him hard against the wall. "Before the Godfather left for Mexico, he personally instructed me to look after Lucia because she is carrying the Godfather's blood! Because of you, you fool, this has become a complete disaster! Idiot!" The words struck like a massive blade, shattering Marco's arrogance. I watched the color drain from Marco's face. I watched his pupils dilate with extreme fear. Suddenly, warmth spread between my legs, and then my world fell into endless darkness.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

I gritted my teeth and rushed towards him and closed my hands around his arm that was making the cracks appear. Tightening my grip in a second, I yanked him back and knocked him off his feet. He looked at me in shock and then at his wrist that had sizzled where my hand had touched him. However, when I did, I also saw a small scar on my palm. I looked at it in confusion and the Goddess answered, “your blood is partly in his creations so he is immune to it but not completely. If we do not stop him now, he will raise more undead and soon you will not be able to kill him”

“If you're done talking, I need to go now.” “Personally, I don’t see what everyone is afraid of. You couldn’t even escape my water orb. I am only a half blood. You would never stand a chance against a God.” I shook my head, refusing to continue this conversation. He’s really pissing me off right now, and after the hell of a landing I had last night, I don’t really feel like having it out with a half-blood God. “Yeah, well maybe one of these days you will find out. In the meantime, I need to get home.”

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

"Nefarious Blast requires you to convert your blood through Divine Veins into Divine Blood in order to resist it." The dragon deity seemed to know everything. "Divine Blood?" Chase thought about how, after achieving stage nine major martial god, the next step was stage one of martial celestial god. Previously, at the Divine Blood Sect, before the Divine Blood Stone Wall, the purpose had been to open the Divine Veins. At that time, he had only thought these Divine Veins served to purify vital energy. Now, the dragon deity was telling him they could actually convert his blood into Divine Blood?

His once-powerful frame seemed diminished somehow, though his eyes retained their calculating coldness. "It's time," Giovanni said, offering his arm with no warmth or apology in his gaze. Isabella took it, her fingers barely touching the fabric of his sleeve. "Yes, Father. It's time." ******* The Chiesa di San Marco was filled to capacity with the most dangerous people in Italy. Old mafia families sat alongside corrupt politicians and international crime lords, all dressed impeccably, all watching with predatory interest as Isabella walked down the aisle on her father's arm.