Infinite Bloodcore Novels & Stories

Endless skin rising and falling with breath, wrinkled like mountains. I forced my gaze up— And saw it. A golden eye, massive as the moon, peeling open slow. The true heart of this entire world. The Omniscient Core. The final boss. No—worse. Not just a boss. The core of the system. The one who'd ordered the milk. It didn't swing. Didn't strike. Just stared at Darren. And Darren—locked in that crazed grin—started glitching out. Pixel by pixel, he broke apart, crumbling into nothing.

Now she is feel so much ready than before. Adrian entered his castle with two boxes filled with ice cubes as well as a stash of blood that he had just finished taking from the city's blood bank. Of course, by hypnotizing the officer and allowing himself to freely enter the blood bank to take the blood that he needs. Adrian put his blood stash into the room, and realized that Alexis wasn't in the castle. "Alexis?" Adrian muttered and called Alexis on there immediately. Then after that, Adrian stepped both feet in a fast motion out of the room, and also the castle was there.

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

You can't be this heartless! "Heartless?" I leaned down and spoke softly in his ear. "Dad, relationships go both ways. You never gave me what you're asking for now. So, why should I?" Then, I turned and walked away. Behind me, his cries tore through the room. Twenty thousand. That was the price I paid to cut off 28 years of blood ties. Maybe it was not a great deal, but it was worth it. The day I left the hospital, the sunlight felt blinding.

His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”

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.

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.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts spiraled as they often did these days. Several days had passed since my encounter with that bloody Vampire. Zachary fucking Ammon. While we'd been evenly matched on our first encounter, he'd wiped the floor with me the second time around and I was ashamed to admit that it terrified me. He must have gotten some sort of power boost this time. One I couldn’t quite name but could testify to its effects. That was very worrisome. I needed to formulate a plan to handle him once and for all, but I couldn’t do that without more information.

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."