Mikasa Blood Rain Novels & Stories

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

She subconsciously opens her eyes and drops her hands from her ears as she turns to reply, but Misa moves quickly to block her line of sight. “I thought I said not to look”. The female alpha says in a displeased tone. Sakura stands there blinking at her in shock. To her, it looked as if Misa had just moved from where she was previously standing and appeared at her front in a flash. “I have napkins?”. She answers uncertainly. “Good, I’ll need them”. Sakura’s attention is drawn to the splotches of blood on Misa’s hands. “I don’t understand why I always end up with a mess on my hands”. The alpha grumbles under her breath.

At first, it’s nothing—just shadows in the red. But then? Eyes. Teeth. Mouths locked in silent screams. I smile—wide. The dry skin on my lips splits and bleeds, but I don’t stop. It’s beautiful—my own personal gallery in red and black hues. The blood isn’t just blood anymore. It breathes. It listens. And now, it talks—not in sound, but meaning. Rage. Hunger. Power. Old power. Forgotten. Waiting. I don’t just bleed—I conjure. The figures in the pool whisper without mouths, and the more I hurt, the clearer they become. My blood isn’t just leaking. It’s listening.

The day smelled of roses and rain. Morning light spilled through the arched windows of the Moonspire Cathedral, catching on the silver banners that draped from the high ceilings. The banners bore two crests side by side — the wolf sigil of Kael’s house and the moonlit rose of the vampire court.

I sent a mindlink to everyone I could that would be relevant to this but it wasn’t long until I realise as I got closer than the links were now cut. “Take your phone and call the cavalry,” I ordered Mishka. I had already contacted many, but I wanted more. “Jammer,” he said. “Phone lines cut.” I just squeezed my jaw tighter as the smell of blood got to us. Everything was a mess. I could smell Elaeya blood on the grounds as I parked the car. It didn’t smell like a massive amount but my heart was beating at thrice the normal rhythm already. “Fuck,” said Mishka.

The darkest days are always before the morning. The early rain is a sign of dismay. The howling of evil birds filled our creeks on that specific dawn, howling the sound of tragedy innovating an evil omen. We had expected this day, prepared for the way to total decimation, imagined this apocalypto. The early rain fell heavily in our community sending chills into our veins. The splatter of the rain rhymed to the loud cohorts of gunshots. He watched as soldiers tore into our homes, shooting and killing every living creature.

Windows, walls, doors on the inside and even the ceiling, not to mention the broken furniture, were completely covered with blood, in places with pieces of flesh, and what happened here could not be called anything other than a massacre. “So we met again, Kira,” Misha whispered velvety, standing at ease at the window. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his naked torso, stained with the blood of all those whom he had torn to pieces in the conference room, exuded a powerful smell of animal savagery and cruelty that was just cooling down. Some movement began behind my back, and I myself was torn from my seat, and imperceptibly I found myself at the window in the grip of a wolf, greedily exh

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.

And my soul aches to think that our time together will soon be over. My gaze widens as it falls to her hand, “we need to move — now. There is no way she has more than forty hours left.” As I observe the protruding veins that have appeared on Miyas' hand, I mind link with Jaja. “Her veins are turning black.” I glance over my shoulder, watching as Jajas' head snaps upright with his gaze locking on mine. “But how?” “Her blood is impure with stardust, blood from the Black Oracle, and poison from Earth. A monstrous combination fit for a hybrid of her ilk.” I snarl vehemently, stroking the vial with the Light Oracles blood wrapped around my neck with my fingertips.