My Blood Mage System Novels & Stories

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

This wasn’t something he ever did. Logan cleared his throat beside me, “I hate to say this Dregen but Master Mane is right. This human girl here has lost too much blood and if she isn’t turned before her blood runs cold, she’ll die.” I forced myself to look at her drained face and felt a surge of panic. Why the fuck was this tiny little thing my mate? She was a human, and I was a hybrid. It should be impossible and it was terrible timing above all else. I couldn’t bring myself to accept this fact. Not again.

Samuel was sent back and soon his body started to feel weird. “Ugh,” he moaned as he looked at his shivered hand. And he realized. This was different than before. “Paralyze System,” the vampire lord smiled victoriously. When he looked at the vampire lord’s half-broken sword, he understood. The wind that assaulted him carried small blood from the sword’s blood. As he inhaled the air around her, the blood inside the wind entered his system effortlessly. It was the main secret of the attack. The blood that illegally trespassed his system would terrorize his body soon enough.

A red drop swelled there at once, spreading over the wet finger. The girl made a wry face and snorted, “And what about your ‘Saliva carries the same amount of information about a mage as blood. Blah-blah-blah, I’m a super-mega-smart necromancer, and I never do anything spectacularly stupid’?”

“Strategic? Please. We’re all wolves. Rules be damned. She’s ours. That’s enough strategy for me.” Aria’s head spun. She wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but her words faltered. Her voice sounded distant, as though coming from someone else entirely. Something was rising inside her, a warmth that spread from her chest to her limbs, pulsating with a rhythm she couldn’t name.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

she asked hopefully, more for herself than for his sake. "I can, but it isn't sustainable," he said dryly. "It keeps my hunger at bay temporarily, but without human blood, I could become like the walking dead. Unable to live or die. It is a miserable existence I wouldn't wish on anyone." "If you feed off of someone… will they die?" she asked hesitantly. "That depends," he said, looking in her direction. "If one chooses to take the life of a mortal, they can. Otherwise, you only drink enough that doesn't threaten their life."

Therefore, Naomi made to implement what she remembered from Heart of the Continent where the main character had broken through his prison by changing the composition of his blood so the barrier would think he was someone else. Now, there was nothing else she could do but try and hope that Nerina’s magic lived up to its reputation. “Here goes nothing,” Naomi said as she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She laid her hands on her knees, palms up, exposing the blood on the injured palm. It began with a tremor underneath her. Naomi didn’t dare open her eyes but focused on bringing up the magic that resided in the pit of her belly. Behind her eyelids, images swirled, pouncing upon each o

No name. “So who are you?” I questioned trying to buy time thinking he wouldn’t really knock me out just like that, right? No response. How the hell was I going to get out of this mess? Every time I used any type of magic it completely drained me. And I’d pretty much given up on trying to talk any sense into Zariah. She was a lost cause and I really just wanted to kick her ass. Maybe a bargain? “So listen, if you let me out of here, I will give you my blood.” Okay. I was desperate obviously.