Kamen Rider Blood Novels & Stories

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

Takeshi smiles "I will just keep on painting with white canvas with the blood of the sinners whoever dared to harm the most precious love of my life. "The black blood of the sinners will at least do some good work that the law never ever did" emptying the bottle of the liquid on the wrist of Ryuu. Watching his skin turn the shade dark red as the blood washed off. The muffed scream of Ryuu with his drozy eyes staring at nothing the head which kept on rolling back and forth.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

The blade fell to the stone, slick with blood. Kaïdën caught me before I collapsed. His arms were like iron—neither warm nor gentle, just there. “Remember this, Akira,” he murmured, his voice like a prayer or a curse. “Loyalty is written in blood.” I stared at the cage, the chains, the crumpled body at my feet. In that cold, hollow place in my chest—something ignited. Not mercy. Not fear. But a feeling that resembled rage.

“I’m someone who can’t interfere in the affairs of humans and supernatural creatures alike. But when a blood accord is broken, I’ll take the lives of all those I deem guilty. I don’t have a beginning or an end, but I do have a purpose.” With that cryptic as fuck explanation, Ryker walks out of the estate with his Gamma right behind him. The Gamma turns back to look at us with a grin and blazing blood-red eyes; not red like an Alpha or Lycan, not even the red of a vampire. “What the fuck is going on here?” I murmur mostly to myself, but everyone turns to me at that moment. Aiden shakes his head, the fear in his eyes palpable. “I can’t believe I got to fucking see that,” he says while his brot

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

The pain in my chest felt like being stabbed from the inside. Kael spun, killing the fighter with a single slash before turning toward me, fury and something softer in his eyes. “You’re going to kill yourself doing that.” “Then I guess we’re even,” I said, my voice breaking. The Blood Moon was fully above us now, silver-red light flooding the ruins. It made everything sharper - the gleam of Kael’s blade, the silver in his eyes, the dark smear of blood on his cheek. Three more fighters came at once. Kael cut through the first, blocked the second, and kicked the third back. But his chest was heaving, sweat running down his jaw.

“Our futures are tangled now. That’s not a weakness. That’s why we’re still standing.” He nodded slowly. “Then we keep standing.” For a moment it was quiet. No council, No war. Just two people breathing.The horns shattered it. Three long blasts, not an attack, "A summon." They ran, at the gates a crowd had already gathered. A single rider slumped over his horse, the banner of the Red Ridge Pack tied to his saddle. His armor was torn. Blood ran down his arm. “Help him,” Kael ordered. Two warriors pulled the man down. He was barely conscious.