Hagi Blood Plus Novels & Stories

They cleaned my wounds I got from my father and put a cast on my wrist because I sprained it. Gio walked in with some water and hospital food. Which is gross! I only get soup that tastes like my own piss. And then I get some jelly. Which looks like soap. 'I got you a hamburger.' Gio grinned at me. I looked up at him with all the admiration I held for me. 'You did?' I squealed.

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

I slid a single, crumpled business card across the battered wooden table, My fingers trembling just enough to make the red ink smear slightly. My heart thudded unexpectedly—curiosity, mixed with a strange flicker of unease. I reached out and carefully lifted the card, eyes narrowing at the bold, blood-red letters that seemed to pulse with life: Bloodmatch. Beneath the name, a smear of fresh-looking blood still glistened, as if it had just been spilled moments ago, and Shelby’s fingertips had left their mark. “What is this? I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my eyes darting from the card to Shelby’s tense face. His voice cracked, softer than I’d ever heard it, as if he was offering an ol

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

“I bring you something worth waiting for.” Ivy arched a brow. “Another trinket? Or did you finally find a diversion better than the tavern girls?”My smile was thin, secretive. “Neither. I found her.” At that, both women straightened. “The hybrid?” Valentina asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “She’s with the Shadow Mountain pack. I smelled her blood tonight.” His voice lowered, hungry with memory. “It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.”

As the purple-robed hag finished, she disappeared instantly as she leaped at Caleb, her terrible aura erupting! Her palm was about to reach Caleb's head, ready to blow him up! Caleb narrowed his eyes—he couldn't beat the purple-robed hag, but he wouldn't be cowed! Boom! "Blood God Order, First Style—Blood Demon Flash!" His sentence erupted, surrounding him with a black glow. However, the purple-robed hag's palm had already reached him, and he raised the Dharmic Cutter to parry it.

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

“You are indebted to Dregen.” She narrowed her eyes and threw his hands off her shoulder, “what do you mean by indebted?’ “He fed you his blood to save your life.” He snorted, “A vampire’s blood cost about a million dollars per vial and you sure took in more than a few vials.” The blood drained from her face and she stumbled back, “I don’t have…I don’t have a million. You are lying.” Logan was saying the truth and when she turned to me, I nodded with a grave expression, my face schooled and giving nothing away.