Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

"Like what?" He turned away, pacing the length of the room with that preternatural grace. "I'll want more. More of your blood. More of you. The more I have, the more I'll need. It's addictive—your blood, your presence, your *life*. I'll become obsessed. Possessive. I'll want to keep you here, locked away from the world, where no one else can touch you." "That doesn't sound so terrible."

Like the chamber was resisting his presence, or trying to reshape him to fit it better. He stumbled forward. Not of his own accord. The core pulsed again. You are blood. You are in line. You are memory. And now, the air crackled. Light filled the chamber. His vision blurred. You are ours. He collapsed. Darkness rushed in. And this time, it did not bring sleep.

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.

His face was pale, eyes reflecting the metallic gleam of Seraphim — the holy weapon he had seized after the final battle. One arm was no longer flesh. It was living alloy, cold silver laced with dark crimson veins. “You won, Evelyn…” he whispered, voice hoarse, as if speaking to a ghost. “But this era will bear my name, not yours.” On the table before him lay the dissected body of a vampire. Tubes fed dark fluid into an energy core wired directly to an artificial heart — the Genesis Core, the revived remnant of the Genesis Blood project. Every drop of blood inside trembled, glowing as if alive.

"The three towers they deployed on the ridge are currently drawing power from their private transport shuttle. Once the frequency reaches ninety gigahertz, the electromagnetic field will be strong enough to pass through the iron reinforcement in the walls. Every wolf with a standard bio-electric signature will be susceptible to the infection protocol." "Except for Laila," Elias said, stepping out from the shadow of the grand staircase. He had a heavy wool blanket over his shoulders, his winter sky eyes fixed on the silver blade in his sister’s hand. "The silver core in her bloodline operates on a celestial frequency that doesn't use the standard bio electric pathway. That's why Julian's fath