Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

Five people around a table being professionally thorough about a catastrophe that is, at its origin, a catastrophe of professional thoroughness. The Vein is explained to the room by Emre, which is how Sebastien has mentally named the man in the corner chair, because that's the name he signed the registration form with when the Folklore network confirmed he'd agreed to come. He explains it with the brisk clarity of someone who has explained it before, who knows which details are important and which are rabbit holes. The five bloodlines. The resonance architecture. The conduit function. The degradation timeline. He is selective here too, Sebastien can feel it, the specific quality of someone m

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

Chapter 27 “How could you leave the island without its core?!” Igneel’s voice was heard throughout the whole building of ‘houl company’ he is complaining about the most important thing in killing the monsters… the cores He discovered that every monster has a core and it cost so much than diamonds or gold! Who would skip that part in raiding? Where do most of the company’s profit come from? ‘I told you, this man already pulverized those precious things’ she looks at Sherry’s nails when she speaks out the word ‘precious’

Without warning, two sharp fangs sank into Sinai's skin, and the beast began drinking from her. Pain shot through her body, and she hissed in response. The beast did not flood her with elixir to numb the pain or ease the discomfort, as Daemonikai would have done if he were in his right mind. Instead, the beast simply took, over and over. Her heart raced, pumping more blood to meet the beast's unending hunger. This was the key difference between a bloodhost and any other host: a bloodhost’s body constantly produced an endless supply of blood to feed their master—no matter how hungry their master were.

Her eyes glowed silver now. Not partially. Fully. And somewhere deep beneath the mountain— The Heart answered her. The sanctuary alarms suddenly changed. A new signal echoed through every corridor now. Ancient. Unknown. Forbidden. Several council wolves froze in horror as old Lunar symbols lit across the sanctuary walls for the first time in centuries. One elder whispered shakily, “Impossible.” Another stepped backward slowly. “The Sovereign bloodline activated the Core.” Panic spread instantly. Because according to the oldest forbidden records— The Core only awakened during extinction-level events.

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.

​The Blood-Debt Negotiation ​Alpha stepped toward Sierra, the Wolf-Core pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light in his hand. "Look at what we’ve become, Sierra. You’ve turned our legacy into a shield for the weak. You’ve spent billions on 'stabilization' and 'healthcare' for the Alphas. Do you have any idea what that core is worth on the black market? It’s not a cure. It’s a currency." ​"It’s our people’s lives, Alpha," Sierra countered, her emerald eyes flaring. "If you take that core, the Alpha-Gene will collapse. Thousands will die in the streets. You’d burn the city just to see your balance sheet go up?"

“He entered our city as an ally. Clever. Patient. Useful in battle. He learned our customs, our laws, our weaknesses.” My jaw tightened. “He betrayed you.” “He studied us first.” That sounded worse. Roran’s eyes sharpened as he continued. “He discovered what very few outsiders knew—that our strength was tied to the core.” “The core?” He nodded. “The living center of our bloodline. Not an object you hold in your hand. A force carried through the body. It binds form, instinct, healing, memory.” I thought of the strange symptoms. The conversations I overheard. Core removal. My chest tightened.

Ding Hao was greatly shocked. What was this weird thing on earth? Walking around the blood cocoon, he observed it carefully. More and more, he felt that this thing was too strange. It was simply alive. The delicate blood vessels were like the blood capillaries of living creatures. They were constantly absorbing some kind of energy from the sea of blood and transmitting it to the blood vessels... To be exact, they were transmitting it to the mysterious creature in the blood cocoon. What kind of terrifying creature would be produced on earth from such a large blood cocoon?

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.