Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

she asked hopefully, more for herself than for his sake. "I can, but it isn't sustainable," he said dryly. "It keeps my hunger at bay temporarily, but without human blood, I could become like the walking dead. Unable to live or die. It is a miserable existence I wouldn't wish on anyone." "If you feed off of someone… will they die?" she asked hesitantly. "That depends," he said, looking in her direction. "If one chooses to take the life of a mortal, they can. Otherwise, you only drink enough that doesn't threaten their life."

Endless blood started to flow, mixing with the white snow. At the snake's last breath, its mouth slowly opened, where Arth saw a purple core appearing. Arth’s legs were shaking when he stood up and walked towards the dead beast. The thick ice that froze its whole body just broke and disappeared. He slowly pulled his sword on top of its head, hearing the sticky sound of the blade, sliding through its flesh. The stinky odor of the beast’s mouth came as Arth picked up the purple core. "I hope one A-class beast is enough," Arth whispered as he looked at the rare core. "That Bran, I'm gonna get that thief."

For a decade I had been living in the ruins outside the city wall, surviving on animal blood, getting through each night one at a time. The Blood Oath mark on my wrist had been draining my soul core from the inside for years. I could feel it — the slow hollowing out, the way my hands had started shaking, the way the hunger came faster and the healing came slower. I was running out of time. I had known that for a while. The Black Guard came for me at nightfall. They bound my wrists in a rosewood yoke, the kind carved with suppression sigils that bite deeper into the blood core the longer you wear them. My blood core had been compromised long before tonight.

In just an instant, Andrius’ forehead was beaded with sweat, veins bulging. “Hahaha...” Cedric looked at his actions and laughed. “What? Are you trying to leave? Give up! With your cultivation gone, you’re just a cripple now. Furthermore, you’re gravely injured. There’s no hope of escaping. Most importantly, you’re about to die!” Andrius frowned. “What do you mean?” “I mean...” Cedric stared at him and suddenly laughed. “The immortal blood in your body was drained and replaced with an unknown beast’s blood. It’s extremely overpowering and can’t be used by humans. You’ll soon... Ka-boom! You’ll explode and die! Hahaha...”

A thin layer of frost covered her brows and eyelashes, making her look like a sleeping ice fairy. Jack reached out, his hand trembling, unable to touch her. He could feel the chill emanating from her body, freezing the surrounding air. “Alcatel…” Jack’s voice was hoarse with extreme pain, “12 hours…we won’t even reach the center of the Pacific!” “Boss…” a weak voice came. Victor lay on another bed, Marcus treating the gunshot wound in his shoulder. “Old Scar’s” mercenaries used “Silver Core” bullets, specifically designed to deal with supernatural beings.

The air at Level 99 was thick enough to chew. It didn't smell like the antiseptic scent of the upper floors; instead, it carried the odors of ancient minerals, frozen nitrogen, and a metallic tang that felt like high-voltage blood. The ice cathedral was immense, with a ceiling lost in a swirling mix of frost and violet static. At its center sat the Core-Prime, an obsidian heart the size of a siege tank, wrapped in a web of silver filaments resembling a nervous system.

] [Current Balance: 115 System Points. [New Objective Unlocked: Core Extraction. Extract the mutated energy core from the target's chest cavity to claim rewards.] "A core " I whispered. I thought about the stories I heard in the survivor camps. People used to talk about the monsters having gems inside them. [The core is located three inches below the sternum, Host. It must be removed manually while the biological tissue is still warm. Use of a reinforced cutting tool is highly recommended.] I stood up slowly. My muscles still hummed from the system skill. I walked down the iron stairs. The air down here was cold, and the smell of the dead creature made my stomach twist, but I forced my feet

And it seemed to originate from the scar, tearing at his skin like ten thousand men with countless claws seeking reprieve from the imprisonment of his flesh as he held on. The darkness around him bled, pooling to the floor, as if washed down by cleansing water. He knew blood all too well. He had seen a lot of it. And he knew it very well. The darkness flowed all around him, like blood from a slit throat. And in time, even the hilts spilled with it. Strength returned to Sethlzaar's legs and when he rose the darkness was gone.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

“The obsession. The loss. The mother standing in the way. Even someone as powerful as Russell gets stopped by it. Wonderful.” Russell’s eyes snapped to him. “Back off,” he said, low and final. “This is not your fight.” Xavier’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Oh, but it is when there’s something to gain,” he said smoothly. “The boy, the mother, the Alpha who can’t let go of his bloodline all of it coming together perfectly. And you, Alpha, can’t help yourself. The pull is too strong.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​