Kamen Rider Blood Novels & Stories

She had showed Naiad a screen of two vampires fighting, both looking equally matched, “and for the experiment.” They were given a glass of blood, and soon the fight was over in a few seconds. “See the person that won drank your blood and the loser drank just regular blood. That is how powerful your blood is.” “Am I a blood bank to you?” Naiad angrily growled. Dawning on Naiad was her role in the war. She couldn’t stop screaming and struggling to get out of the machine. “It wouldn’t help. I made sure your voice doesn’t affect us, remember the liquid you drank. You now belong to us Naiad.”

The room feel silent for what felt like a minute, the room smelling of musty odor and a bit of metallic blood. It was catastrophic - the room, there was a dead body lying infront of us, A person covered In blood, all because of a curse. Cameron coughed, breaking the stretch silence “Too bad princess. The moon is already full and I have the balde with me” Cameron grinned widely that I could see the intention behind it - a menacing and devious one. He whipped out an ancient sharp blade, analyzing it. I imagined the blade being pierced Into my skin.“No, no. There has to be another way” I stared at the blade In horror.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

They remain there, a single knot of grief and animal endurance, until a sharp, clattering sound interrupts us. A horse, its coat foamed with sweat, appears at the far side of the square. The rider wears no uniform, but the courier’s sash is unmistakable—a strip of indigo cloth slashed across chest and shoulder. The guards intercept him, exchanging a brief, tense word, then wave him through.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

The scent of blood and gunpowder choked the air. Alessandro stood in the wreckage, chest rising hard, blood dripping down his arm. The third body slumped beside him. I stared at the gun in my hand. My fingers trembled. “He was going to—” “I know,” Alessandro said quietly. I turned to him — his face pale, eyes dark as night. “You’re bleeding.” “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not an answer.” He gave a grim half-smile. “You like those.” “Sit down,” I snapped.

I can’t help but wonder if Raya is immune to all of our powers with compulsion or if it is just Adam. Luther walks out of her room and a drop of blood falls from his arm to the floor. Anger fills my body as I step out from the shadows and demand, “What did you do?” He scoffs in response, he even has the audacity to roll his eyes as he responds, “Relax, Blade, it didn’t work anyway. She didn’t drink my blood. Hence why it’s dripping on the floor.” I growl stepping in front of him to block his path. I glare down at him as I say, “Don’t tell me to relax. You know we cannot fuck with her.”

he called and a dark smoke emerge from the black coffin hidden under the bed because of Lana with a dark aura like the King himself, You called master the black smoke replied Take care of my wife he ordered and left for the throne room, Gavin had mind link him earlier that something came up,on reaching the throne room he met Gavin already waiting for him with a little boy of about ten years of age,he sat on his throne his fangs visible he sense danger and smelled blood but he couldn't tell where

My mentor gets his gun out first and shoots him in the forehead, killing him on the spot. “Ah, pain in the arse.” Fire snatches the knife from the man’s throat. The victim grabs his neck, choking on his own blood, but to no avail. A few seconds later, he’s on the ground, drowning in a pool of crimson. Fire uses the knife to cut the ropes. I spring to my feet and yank a gun from the bloodied man’s hand. “Now, I got blood all over me.” He switches to his bored—and normal—English accent as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

In that moment as our eyes met, I decided that I would do everything within my power to make him pay for using me that way. I will teach him the value of people’s lives. I felt my blood boil over as I thought of the bloodshed I had to deal with on that fateful day of the war. Thinking that I aided him in that war made me feel like I had killed those people with my own hands. It didn’t matter if it was direct or indirect, I now have their blood on my hands. My body shook with anger. How dare he use a healer like me to murder people? “My name is Rin Kamiya from the Town of Amber leaves,” I repeated once more in a loud and confident voice. I refuse to back down now.