God Of Blood Novels & Stories

144 - GODDESS REBEKKA POV I gasped softly and then Damon’s eyes and mine met, there was a flash of understanding in them, he seemed to know exactly what it meant. “Fuck,” he muttered. “What is it?” I asked. The text said, Blood of a goddess, if I was not mistaken, it was referring to someone like me? Right? My eyes searched his, would he finally admit that he knew what this was all about? Maybe he could provide more insight.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

"You think a heartfelt apology and a shared hug erase the ancient magic binding your soul? The blood-pact is an absolute decree, Laura. Even if you love him now, the runes are tied to the dark archives. If I whisper the true command word to Cassian's blood-mages, that pact will turn inward and tear your heart to pieces." ​Before Vlad could finish his sentence, Dave didn't even draw his sword. ​With blinding, terrifying speed, Dave moved across the stone floor like a dark specter.

From the fissure emerged a shadowy form, the ancient god, bound in chains of blood and light, struggling to break free. “John...” the voice echoed, deep and resonant, yet filled with a strange familiarity. “You dare defy the curse?” John’s breath caught. The god’s voice called his true name a name long buried in the annals of forbidden knowledge. “How do you know my name?” John demanded, gripping the altar tighter. The god’s eyes glowed a fierce red. “Because, John, you are more than just a mortal. You are the last of the Bloodline, the one who carries the ancient pact. The one who must choose.”

I said in frustration. “I'm being more useful than all of you put together, but you're not ready to accept that,” Daemon said. I'm afraid he's been the most useful of all; he's right. Divine blood only works instantly; it can't be studied or analyzed the same as the others. The gods have arranged it that way. Perhaps a conversation with your creator would be good at this time, Kate said. I looked at Marco. “That's all for today,” I said to the Gamma and ignored the vampire.

The gold ichor at her feet pulsed in answer, its presence suddenly more deliberate, less erratic than it had been a moment before. Celeste stared at the word for a long moment, the blood still humming in the seal, the corridor now silent except for the low hum of the academy’s wards trying to steady themselves. The word looked like a promise carved into stone: Divine Hemokenesis. The name was ugly, practical, and terrifyingly accurate. She had taken divine blood—god-blood—and held it in place, forcing it to bend to her will through the power of her blood magic instead of brute force. The ability was exactly what she had done instinctively, raised to a new, sharper level.

Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile temper, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid He paced, slow and methodical. “Not all godbloods can wield the magic of their ancestors. Some can't wield any at all. But occasionally… rumors rise.” His eyes glinted. “Of a fourteenth bloodline. A hidden line, descended from the God Killer. Said to wield all thirteen disciplines.” He grinned like the idea made his sick little heart flutter. “What a delight that would be. A student like that…” He licked his lips. “Would make h

He asked her with a look of astonishment on his face. “Yes.” She replied. “I want you to sign it. I don’t trust you, Draven.” She told him and moved back. “And you think I will succumb to a mere human?” he asked her with a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t want to take any chances.” She simply said to him and gave a warm smile, a smile filled with deception and murderous intent. With an elongated finger, he dug into his palm and watched as blood seeped from it. Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace.

"I..." "With your temper, who can force you to do what you don't want to do? Although you are very eager for the divine blood and even want to suck my blood, when you really can't get it, you don't show a crazy look. This means that you know that the divine blood is very precious, but it is not your main purpose." "You don't want the most precious thing in Tomb of the God, but come all the way here from the Devil Tribe. Isn't that strange?"

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade