Mobile Suit Gundam Blood Orphan Novels & Stories

Balance. The scale didn't have to be Kael against Ronan. It could be the Dead against the Living. "Mama Sira, take the ledger!" I shouted. "Child, what are you doing?" "I’m going to balance the books." I didn't reach for Kael’s soul. I reached for the pack bonds. All of them. I pressed my marked palm against the silver thread on my chest and I bit my tongue, the iron taste of blood filling my mouth. I used the Orphan blood to bridge the gap between the ancestral bones and the shadow-network of the pack.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

He was just about to open his mouth to let out a scream when Tyr swung the Ormr Dagger at him. “No!” That soldier howled in despair! Then, his neck was ripped open as a large stream of blood spurted from his neck. Just like that, the Transcendent fighter from the Red Moon Institute covered his neck and fell to the ground reluctantly.

Giovanni moved before thought could form, A force of nature, a living storm. But then, A blade flashed fast from shadow’s side, A trap well-laid, no place to hide. Russell saw it, instinct raw, And stepped between without a flaw. Steel met flesh. A brutal sound. A crimson line. Blood hit the ground. Giovanni froze, breath torn apart, As something shattered in her heart.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

The shield protected Maria from the rain of blood, but the scene was still horrifying to her eyes. After calming himself down, the orc pointed his eyes towards the one responsible for his missing hand, only to be locked with a pair of frosty sapphire orbs—a look Luna and Akihito mirrored as Richard said to the orc, "Get your dirty hand away from her."

When he spoke, his voice wasn't his own: "Amara, child of the Blood Moon. Hear my voice across the veil. The third child has been found. Seek the warrior with the broken pack bond. Trust only those who bleed for you freely. Beware the smile that hides sharp teeth." The words reverberated through me, landing in my core like they belonged there. My father slumped forward, tired. "The third child," Rowan muttered. "It has to be Orion Blackwood." "The exiled warrior?" Elias asked, shocked.

Oren was just a bounty ranker at partial Cosmos Rank, so of course, he could not damage the Nine Turning Star Iron. “Oren, to be honest, I do know what this is. However, you can’t take it back even after I tell you. I promise I will pay enough to compensate you. What do you think?”