Hagi Blood Plus Novels & Stories

“Boss, this person’s fatal wound is a gunshot to the chest, but it looks like something drained their blood afterward, which is why they ended up like this.” As he spoke, Dr. Freud bent down and sniffed the body. “Also, the body was soaked in a special herb, preventing it from decomposing.” Jackson frowned. “Drained? That sounds creepy. Is this Hag a person or a ghost?” Xavier scoffed, “Boring.” Jackson looked confused. “What?” Mitbahl translated, “What my honey means is that this Hag is really boring for doing something so inexplicable.” Jackson asked, “You understood that?”

I flinch hearing Hana place the pan on the stove like she slammed it down next to my ear. “She’s acting like she’s starving. She’s been feeding from you right?” Jackson questions as I watch Hana walk over with a blood bag in hand. “Yeah, she woke up at sun up and fed,” Hanzo answers looking to Hana who stands next to the chair. “It’s your blood, to her your blood is diluted and she’s only getting half nutrients since you’re a hybrid too. Normally it would be fine, but as many injuries she has had recently she needs more blood, pure blood,” Hana holds out the blood bag for me and I scrunch up my nose as it is not very good.

Holly's face flushed with pride. Vida appeared, carrying the data drive Morgana had given me. Her expression was grim. "I've done a preliminary scan of these files," Vida said. "What I found is horrifying." "Explain," I said. "There's a formula here. Heriberto calls it the Bloodline Serum. It's a magical compound that can temporarily grant hybrid abilities to any supernatural being who takes it." Vida's hands were shaking. "He's been perfecting it for decades. And according to his notes, he's already produced enough batches to supply his entire coven."

“Rank 6th among the elite class. She has a bubbly and happy-go-lucky personality and is the Academy's ‘it-girl who has an eye for fashion and is the famous fashionista in the prestigious Royal Knights Academy. Member of the famous club and paranormal group Blood +, she is initially a tagged member who only joined just to be with her childhood best friend and protector against demons and spirits, Daniela. Known as the only surviving descendant of her clan after the cursed night of her birth where everyone in her family died, she is the only blood that carries the rare ability to drift and to use the drowsing necklace. The sacred artifact of the time and space that God Ophiuchus gifted. The ne

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

In his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

However, If I told her that the guy has a strange appearance, she will definitely say that it's a vampire and make a fuss about it. Come to think of it again, I didn't even had a chance to know his freaking name. Whatever. It'll be just useless when I know his name but not his outward form since he hid it by wearing black cap and jacket. I feel strange and uncomfortable somehow because of that shitty. “Here.” She said and handed me one glass of water. I wouldn't have even noticed her if she hadn't spoken yet. After I drank it, she took it from me and put it aside.

It should have been unlikely since to declare such was to oppose Ayla, an action tantamount to blasphemy by the teachings of the credence. The priest led them past a stall and Sethlzaar caught sight of elixirs and varying concoctions, some of which he could recognize where fashioned to aid treatment of illnesses as well as a few to heal wounds. He spotted a few Ventril had claimed where designed to give a man the strength of ten men by inducing an unnatural rush of adrenaline known to often drive men into a blind rage.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

Even though I was against him buying me pricey brands, he was insistent and bought them anyway. This little shopping spree confirmed a suspicion that I have been trying to ignore for a while now; Higan had a spending problem. We went on to buy groceries and stopped at the till. There were three people in front of us, so I added chocolate bars and gummy bears into the already full trolley as we waited. I noticed Higan examining a nearby shelf and I moved closer to see what caught his attention. He got two boxes of condoms from the row of varieties and added them into the trolley.