God Of Blood Novels & Stories

Old Ci also transformed into a dragon, ready to fight the Blood God. “You two really… I never expected it to be you, Heaven Book! I had actually planned to let you live as you wished, but now… You must die for blocking my path!” declared the Blood God, raising his hand as black eyes appeared in the palm of his hand. They transformed into blood monsters ready to attack everything in sight. It was clear these monsters were no pushover—especially since, without knowing their weaknesses, it was impossible for anyone to defeat those strange creatures. BOOOOOMMM…

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

ariel:- how that blood originates or God create it or human-made it. father:- this blood is made by creating God, then human secretly transfer to next generation, those who know how to create this blood, is no longer exist, only last slip of blood is left and only I possessed it, legend said it was created when the blood of 1000 good humans who killed by evil human mixed and cast a secret spell on it, then after so much effort it formed. ariel:- what will happen when I drink it.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

Cenam caught him under the arm before he dropped and kept him on his feet. “You cannot harm me!” Berlak continued, a drop of blood falling to the stone floor behind him. Sethlzaar wasn’t sure if the man was commanding it or reminding himself. “I am a god,” he continued. “The weapons of mere mortals can do nothing but scratch the surface of this pathetic vessel. Not until I have found the moon and retrieved her from where she’s lost amongst you.” Sethlzaar couldn’t hold back his frown. A god had come to wage war on the realm in search of the moon? The insanity only served to anger him, and the anger helped fight the pain he was feeling.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

This bitch needs to be stopped, but I also understand there are so many risks involved and the last thing I want is to see Isolde get hurt again. “I have a question.” “Am I going to roll my eyes?” She asks, raising her perfect eyebrow at me. I smirk and give her a peck on the lips, “Not this time. I’m just wondering how a Goddess gets killed. Before meeting you I didn’t even know Gods and Goddesses existed, but from everything you’ve told me about them, it just seems so hard to imagine one being killed. Shouldn’t a God be unkillable?” “The only thing that can kill a God is the blood and magic of another God.”