Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Dante asked, leaning in. “It’s called a Blood-Core,” I explained, dragging my finger over a massive pulsing chamber down at the very bottom of the hull. “The Imperium doesn’t burn fuel. They use raw volatile magical energy, condensed into a physical core. It creates insane power, pushing iron turbines that drive the dreadnoughts.” “And let me guess,” Liam said, walking into the study while he reapplied a fresh bandage to his arm. “It’s basically a walking explosion.” “Incredibly,” I nodded, then looked up at Dante. “If the containment field around the Blood-Core gets breached, the blast won’t just sink the ship. The magical shockwave will boil the water and basically tear the hulls off anyth

About a hundred years ago, people in the land lived in peace and harmony. There are people with superhuman abilities and they call them Badbloods. They can harness the power of nature, they can make the plants grow in their will, some can transform into an animal, and some can see the future. Powers that no one knows where it come from as it wasn't hereditary. It was like a gift given to random people. Inkurs are the most powerful Badbloods. They are very rare for they draw their power from the Ether or the Abyss, the realms of heaven and hell.

Secondly, while Andrew had struck Soren's heart, destroying him utterly, the blood core he left behind was the operation's greatest prize. A blood core was the life essence of a vampire, equivalent to a martial artist's energy core. The key difference was that a blood core could be physically condensed; the higher a vampire's rank, the more precious and larger their core becomes. Soren's core was as big as a man's palm. Reginald laughed. "You've all made a nice little profit. This blood core is worth the entire bounty Lomuia Grand Cathedral had on Soren. Even without his head, you can sell this core for a fortune."

The dark core also exploded. Apprentice Cultivatorao is covered on this weird Nebula Elite Cultivatoranctuary body, because of this weird Nebula Elite Cultivatoranctuary, covered with jet-black fur. The core of the water system fell down and absorbed the blood. The wood core system falls down, merging the bones. Earth core system falls down, merges with ethereal body. The core metal system fell, merging with the nail. The Fire Elemental Core fell and merged with his eyes.

Mirrors pushed themselves out of invisible walls, tall and narrow and warped, reflecting us and not‑us in stuttering loops. Grave pages drifted down from the ceiling like black‑edged snow, only to vanish an inch above our heads, leaving behind a whisper that sounded suspiciously like the Graveyard’s unfinished chorus. The Core was splicing its own worlds together. Panic flared hot in my chest. “It’s fusing them,” Corvin said, voice low. “Pulling hazards from every round, layering them. No exits. No objectives but survive.” The Admin confirmed it a second later.

He looked at Serenity. "But the clones are weak. They decay too fast. That is why I need the Royal Blood. Your blood, Aurelia... it can stabilize a vessel forever." "You killed my parents," Serenity stepped forward, her rage overcoming her fear. "You burned my home just to live forever?" "Survival of the fittest, my dear," Alistair shrugged. "Humanity is weak. I am leading us to the next stage." He pointed at the black sphere—The Core.