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."

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

"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.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

Red filled the tube attached to the needle in a few minutes or maybe hours, I couldn't tell which was which, as I saw myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, another tube filled up, followed by another. My head started spinning. How much blood could a person lose before... "Careful," one masked man said suddenly. "We need him alive." "The Queen wants more," another replied. "His blood is special." "The Moonfire Gene," the first one said. "Who would have thought it would be in an omega?" Moonfire Gene? What were they talking about? "Such power," the second man continued, watching my blood fill another bag. "Infinite power, if the stories are true."