Kamen Rider Blood Novels & Stories

She whispered, "We're 600cc short. I'll try to find more..." Before she could finish, Will cut her off, saying, "She's tough; she can handle it. Whatever's missing, take it. We have a life to save." The nurse looked shocked. "Taking more than 400cc can be harmful..." "I'm her brother. I'm in charge here." Too weak to protest, I could only let the doctor draw blood until I passed out. In the haze, I heard familiar voices, crying tears of relief. "Jasmine's awake, thank goodness."

Cameron leaned in, voice low enough only I could hear. “Calm down my love. He’s not the danger,” he said. “He’s the messenger.” My heart thudded. “For what?” His jaw tightened. “For the part of Blackridge that doesn’t announce itself.” I lifted my chin, posture snapping into place - not the girl from the date, not the woman dodging cameras. Alpha-born. Vale blood. The version of me that didn’t flinch.

A red blood dragon appeared from his body, attacking Kiran. Kiran watched the blood dragon coming at him and quickly waved his hands, striking back at the dragon's open mouth. As Kiran struck, a red blood dragon also appeared behind him, though its color was lighter than Daniel's. Rumble! The air echoed with a sound like muffled thunder. The two red shadows shattered in the air and dispersed. Daniel took a few steps back. Kiran, however, was thrown backward, spitting blood in mid-air. Lilian and Jenny were about to rush to Kiran's aid but were held back by Zara. The two women looked anxiously at their mother-in-law, not understanding her intention.

Taken from far away, probably by someone with a telephoto lens who shouldn’t have been there. He’s on a balcony. In a wheelchair. His face is turned away from the camera but I can still see enough. He looks like a ghost. Like someone who’s already dead but doesn’t know it yet. I did this. My brother did this. I close my eyes, and I can see it. The crash. The sirens. Lily’s face on the news. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. My voice breaks. I don’t know if I’m apologizing to him or to Lily or to myself.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

The lead rider did not blink. Maybe he could not. “Blood called what mouth refused.” Great. Even my blood was making decisions without consulting me. I looked at the kneeling line, the dead horses, the swords lowered toward the snow, the blue-white eyes waiting for my answer. “I am getting very tired of things speaking for my blood.” The rider’s expression did not change. Behind me, Ben muttered, “That is fair.” The rider slowly bowed his head. “I am Kaeron, last captain of the Queen’s Guard, sworn beneath the silver moon to Queen Amara and the old vow.”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Thanks to how high up she was, Akame managed to correct herself in mid air. However, she sensed that Skystorm was flying toward her. Skystorm had her naginata pointed at Akame. In the few seconds she had, Akame cut her left arm which caused her blood to flow out. The blood coagulated and then spiralled surrounding her sword. The sword glowed bright red. Akame thrusted her sword at Skystorm which made the blood fly toward Skystorm like sharp spikes. Skystorm saw the spikes and used one of her wings to deflect them away. Once her wing passed her vision, Akame’s sword flew toward her and stabbed her in the shoulder.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

It was more gruffy and heavy than Calla's voice. The leader of the Riders turned to look at Calla. Her eyes were glowing in violet color, like two stars. She roared loudly at him. She puts her palm on the blade of the sword and slides it upwards. The sword's blade became red with her blood. She swung the sword and before the leader could understand what was happening, she decapitated his head. The head of the leader fell on the ground. Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again.