How To Get Rivers Of Blood Katana Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

She couldn’t consume blood like a normal vampire, I knew that much, but, what if it was given to her. I slice across my chest with an elongated claw that shifted in my hand, blood started to pour out of the gaping wound, and I turn and press Katya’s mouth to it. “Come on Katya, drink it please,” I whisper to her, pressing her mouth to my wound. She stirred faintly but I still had to force her mouth open so blood could drain in.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

I step closer. "Ah..ah.." He says pushing the gun into Rivers head who fliches, but stands strong. His face is bloody. Karver must have jumped him. Rivers mouth is small and his eyes are wild. He's gritting his teeth as Karver digs his claws deeper into his neck. Blood trickling down to his chest. "Do it, Riker." He grits. Shaking. "Do it.' Karver laughs. "She won't do it. We've been here before. Haven't we, Anna. You couldn't do it then, and you won't do it now."

I growled. Russo sagged, tears carving tracks through the sweat on his face. “Please… I beg you…” I crouched in front of him, Katana balanced on my knee. “Beg like she did? Beg like I begged for my life too? My voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t you dare beg me.” I stood, raised the blade high. “This is for my woman.” The Katana sang down in a perfect arc. His head parted from his shoulders, rolling across the rug with a wet thud. Blood fountained, soaking my shoes.

I nodded and focused my energy, materializing instantly to Ramses' bedroom door. I stepped inside, my gaze scanning the floor until I spotted a discarded shirt near the bed. I retrieved it and materialized back to the pub, handing the shirt to Katrina. As her slender fingers brushed against mine, she pulled away abruptly, her eyes darting to the side. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her sudden withdrawal, but chose to ignore it for the moment. With the shirt now wrapped around her wrist, Katrina's grip on the knife tightened. In a swift, deliberate motion, she sliced open her palm, and a rivulet of blood flowed out, pooling on the wooden table.

“You will stab the katana with your combined powers into the ghost’s chest.” The hunters looked at each other and, even hesitantly, they followed what Tyler said. Raven immediately released electricity from her Katana and Damon approached Raven to release fire from Raven’s Katana. Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it.

"The ancient bloodline is the only thing that can sever their link to the glacier!" I stepped out onto the slick riverbed, holding the Silver-Moon charter to my chest with one arm while raising my bleeding right hand into the storm. I tapped deep into the Reverse Claim bond, pulling on the raging furnace of Eldrick's Alpha energy and fusing it with the pure light of my own soul.

“Atta girl. And lean hard. All of your weight. It’ll be more difficult than you think.” The knife was so sharp. So cold and clean. Seeing the way that Renan’s blood oozed under its steely touch, it was like being plunged into too-cold water. Falling unexpectedly into the river and scrabbling over the rocks, coughing out water and oxygen and what was left of youthful hope and optimism. Barking up pieces of lung and tissue. Good-feeling and organs.

He reached in and grabbed it for me. “That could have been bad. Sorry about that kid.” he finished putting the Kantana out of the velvet sleeve. He laid it on top of the desk. “This sword has blood magic. You have to weave a connection to it before you touch it to imprint on it. Then it is always yours until you pass it on to another. I commissioned it from a good friend of mine that resides in Japan. He understood this was for a witch wolf hybrid of great power. Don’t mention its origins to anyone. My friend is rather private and he’d like to keep it that way.”