Hagi Blood Plus Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“You… can’t?” “No.” I look at my hands, muttering. “I can do magic?” “Yes. My mother was a witch, a hag to be exact.” “What’s the difference?” “Hags are witches that come from ancient bloodlines who have mastered dark magic. Each bloodline carries a familiar. In our case, it’s the raven.” “This is why we can control them?” I ask. “Yes.” “This makes so much sense now,” Grimm says. “Raven Hag…” “Mother hated that term, but that’s what she was called,” Dagar says.

Jonah sent a single thumbs up emoji that made my chest ache. I should call them. I will. Just not right now. The car slows and I look up. There’s a gate ahead, tall and iron and imposing, the kind that makes it very clear you’re not supposed to be here unless someone specifically invites you. Stone pillars on either side with the name ‘Petrova’ carved into them in elegant letters. The gate starts to open before we even reach it, sliding apart smooth and silent like it knows we’re coming. We drive through and the road changes from asphalt to gravel, the sound of it crunching under the tires filling the quiet car.

S e r a p h i n a The reception venue is a converted warehouse in Tribeca that my mother transformed into something that looks like it costs twice what it does, which has always been Elena Conti's specific genius. Candles everywhere. Dark florals — deep red roses and black calla lilies, my mother compromised on the traditional and the gothic and somehow landed on something that looks intentional and stunning. Circular tables draped in black linen. An open bar that Fergus Callahan located within approximately forty-five seconds of arrival,

I heard him ask, I didn't really know what or how I was feeling, but nonetheless I nodded and his hand moved to play in my hair. "Even though you're clearly lying, I think what I'm about to tell you will brighten your mood," he added and I opened my eyes turning to look up at him. "What?" I asked confused looking into his eyes. "I made a couple calls and I have this friend, well less of a friend more of a business associate and he has been testing out a treatment plan for cancer, it has been deemed 75% effective after treating approximately 120 persons and I got your dad a spot, you just have to sign th-" He paused his finger moving to my cheek wiping away tears I hadn't realized were fallin

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

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.

The night was quiet, but the air held a strange charge—as if the stars were holding their breath. Ava sat beside Achi, her eyes fixed on the wound stretching across his side. Crimson soaked through the bandages Marcus had wrapped, and despite his hybrid blood, the injury hadn’t closed. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gently brushing the edge of the cloth. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice low, uncertain. Achi didn’t flinch. “I fought with the beasts,” he said. “Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.”

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."