Kamen Rider Blood Novels & Stories

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

And they came. Five riders. Silent. Armored. Spears gleaming with some toxin that shimmered wrong. “Vessa!” a voice screamed, her second. Already dying. She tried to rise. Her muscles betrayed her. The riders approached. Spearpoints lowered. And then, Kael. He fell from the sky like judgment, his blade igniting in the dying light. No scream. No battle cry. Just action. Steel sang. Blood flew. One rider fell without a sound. Another screamed, speared through the heart. Kael’s left arm bled freely, a ragged wound from earlier shrapnel tearing open with each movement. But he didn’t falter. He didn’t pause.

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.

I forced air into my lungs. I am Queen Ayamira. Gold light spread through the water. TRUE. The White Tide crown burned against my skull. A child cried somewhere beneath the chamber. I swallowed. I carry the blood of Ayame Rivers. The pool split into white and gold. TRUE. Not her body. Not her life. Her blood. Kiyomi stepped into the edge of the water. The red band around her wrist tightened. I am Kiyomi Rivers. The chamber went silent. FALSE. Hayate’s face emptied.

I can feel his rage, his protective fury, as if it's my own. And then he's there. He materializes from the shadows like something born from nightmare—tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in dark leather and a long coat that seems to be woven from smoke itself. His face is partially hidden by a black mask that covers the lower half, leaving only his eyes visible. Those eyes. Silver and burning with an unholy light. The soldiers freeze, and I hear one of them choke out a single word. "Bloodwraith." Kael doesn't speak. He just moves.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood. I walked closer. "Who sent you?" I asked. He laughed weakly. "Does it matter?" "Yes," I said. "It always does." He coughed, blood on his lips. "You're already too late." I crouched beside him. "You took a bad contract." His eyes flickered. Never did she intend to live as long as she did. My chest tightened. "Who?" He smiled faintly. "You know." "Say it," I ordered.

Hoping that killed him, she turned her attention to the last hunter. The hunter looked at his fallen comrade, then at Belle he gave a shout. He advanced with a battle cry, cracking all of his broken bones in place. Oh shit that was not what I needed to know! Coming at her with more of the fast speed she was used to, Belle got on the ground and kicked with more force, breaking his back as she did it. The hunter got back up, walking at a angle indicating broken bones. Belle's eyes got wide. What the hell, is he some type of zombie. Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while

"You were the one who summoned me, " "I did?" I asked, confused. "Forget it, just get Kami out of here, " Gem told me as she teleports the Commander a great distance from us. "No...I…fight, " Kami said spitting up more blood. "The only fight you should be worried about is the one for your life, " Gem said as I hesitated to send Kami away. "she'll die if you don't move quickly, " Gem said seeing me still hesitating, I want her to live for sure but even with Gem here I don't have enough combat skills to take down such a great opponent. As I thought about it Kami has warped away from me, I look up and see her in the arms of a guy dressed in all white. I couldn't see his face because of his hood

I said. "Let me die," he rasped. "Just keep driving to the North." "No," I said. I reached out. My hand was covered in my own silver blood from where I had scraped it on the doorframe. I pressed my bleeding palm against his rotting chest. "Do not!" he warned. But it was too late. My silver blood mixed with his black curse. A hiss filled the cabin. Steam rose from his chest. Kieran arched his back and let out a guttural roar. I thought I had killed him.