Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

"The armor is self-healing!" I narrowed my eyes. The First Crown pulsed, and for a heartbeat, my vision shifted. I didn't see the silver armor or the black blade. I saw the flow of Aether. There. Deep behind the Knight’s breastplate, right where a human heart would beat, was a pulsating, crystalline sphere of corrupted blood. It was the Blood Core—the source of his immortality and the anchor for his soul-fire. "Killian! The center of the chest!" I yelled, my voice amplified by the Void. "The core is hidden behind the third rib! You have to crack the plate, and I'll do the rest!"

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an extinct tribe called the people of Cuna with a special mutation in their blood. On getting to the back I saw several ziploc bags filled with blood, I knew that I cannot carry it that way so stretching out my cap and then pulled out 40 gallons from it and and then using the spells I learnt fro

The Old Court's attack hit like reality itself was tearing apart. One of them—a being with skin that shifted between dimensions, making it impossible to see clearly—raised its hand. The tower cracked. Stone that had stood for centuries split like kindling. "Shield!" I screamed, pulling power from the bloodline. Every vampire connected to me gasped as I drew on their strength. I felt their pain spike as I used them, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. The shield formed just as the tower's top section collapsed. Debris rained against the golden barrier, stopped inches from crushing us.

“My name is Rain.” My heart dropped, and all color drained from my face. “Rain--- Blood?!” I asked in utter disbelief. THIS man was the infamous Rain Blood. The insane rogue that delighted in the gore and pain of pack mate and enemy alike?! He nodded, making a shiver of fear travel down my spine. “What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. The man was notorious for messing with his enemies' heads – before ripping them to shreds, that is. There couldn’t be a single good reason for him to keep me alive.

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.

It wasn’t a weapon. It was… alive. A small, pulsating core of dark energy—beating like a heart, radiating something unnatural. Something ancient. Something wrong. One of the elders stepped forward, his face pale. “I’ve only seen something like this once,” he murmured. The King didn’t look away from it. “What is it?” The elder swallowed. “A bloodline erasure core.” Silence. Heavy. Deadly. Aria frowned weakly. “What does that mean…?”

Everyone rose. Even Ezra. And as they headed for the ship, Ophelia paused beside Carl. “If I lose control,” she said softly, “don’t try to save me.” Carl’s jaw tightened. “I’m not losing you again.” But deep inside… They both knew what was coming. The Core wasn’t a building. It was a wound. A spiraling, subterranean network of bio-mechanical veins, pulsing with psychic radiation. It was the place the Circle had used to create — and erase — lives.

"He has math. We have the blood. And the blood always wins." We reached the Great Siphon at the center of the root-core. It was a grotesque sight. The Shadow-Prime had manifested a "Mechanical Parasite"—a massive, rotating drill of bone-white iron that had pierced the primary sap-vein. It wasn't drinking the sap; it was injecting a "Necrotic-Serum" that was turning the liquid life into gray stone. "THERE IT IS!" Magnus roared, swinging his heavy iron bar at the drill.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!