God Of Blood Novels & Stories

Luckily both of those mates were godlings themselves, meaning Lora's blood was so pure, it matched even mine. I am the creator, I am God. And I will not stop until our blood is the only blood roaming the four realms once more. ••••••••••••••••••••••••The End••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

How could there be a way to attain godhood when all of the gods in the ancient records are born as gods in the first place? Princess Regina laughed out loud at seeing the unbelievable expressions of the group in front of her. It was really a shocking and incredulous thing, but her royal father is an insane individual that would grip at any chance given to him to become a god that he desired. “The Blood Wolves clan was destroyed merely because one of the treasures needed in the ancient scroll is the drop of blood of a real god itself, and the heart blood of the Priestess of the Blood Wolves clan is the perfect treasure for my royal father.”

Minos said. "You're telling the story wrong." "I'm trying to make a point, so can you just, listen?" Cassana shrugged. She seemed to know where Minos was going. "So, after a hundred years of subjugation, after suffering under the tyrannical rule of the evil god Eon, the humans finally rose up and fought back, under the leadership of Markelus." "There we go..." Cassana quipped. "Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-"

He could imagine the pain that his grandson had been in. "Ze'er…" He began moving his hands in a rapid-fire movement to cast a spell. When he was done, he coughed up his Blood Essence. The Blood Essence instantly turned into a red light that flew straight into the clouds and dyed half the sky red. "The Natural Law is as boundless as death is insignificant. The Gods and Buddhas are everywhere to guide the living. In this entire universe, there is nowhere to run! Soul-tracking Blood Spell…"

Adam looks at Raya while Luther focuses on me and says, “You have father in a state of… bewilderment.” Raya’s voice questions, “Bewilderment?” Luther looks to her as if he just noticed her presence in the room. She walks closer to us and asks, “What exactly does that mean?” Luther’s eyes flicker between the two of us as he says, “It means he is impressed by Blade, but not happy that it has to do with you. He really doesn’t like half-bloods.” Raya huffs and fluffs her dress around as she exclaims, “I can’t help what I am.”

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

"You said my mother created me to be a key. A key to a door that should never open." "Yes." "Then I have the right to know what waits there." The Blood God studied her for a moment. Then he nodded. "You are right." He raised his hand. A crimson sphere appeared above his palm. Inside the light, memories from a time before time itself began to appear. Nobody saw stars. Nobody saw planets. There was only an endless ocean of white. Empty. Silent. Perfect. "The First Age." The Blood God's voice became distant. "Before life. Before death. Before names."

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.”

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

"A rogue Blood-born. A massive, corrupted entity that had somehow slipped completely through our peripheral vanguard lines without tripping a single alarm ward." Garick’s dark eyes narrowed, his protective alpha instincts flaring as he looked at the map. "My daughter is one of the fastest warriors on the perimeter, Riheirk. How did a single rogue creature manage to catch her by surprise?" "Because it didn't behave like a rogue, Garick," Riheirk explained, his blue eyes turning dark and icy as he recalled the geometry of the strike. "Blood-born are inherently chaotic beasts. They are driven by a blind, animalistic hunger—they run, they screech, they stampede. But this creature? It was complet