Naruto Blood Novels & Stories

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Alexis glanced several times at the others, and found absolutely no one but the two of them there right now. Cameron looked straight at Alexis with a smirk growing on his lips. Cameron's two eyes, which now looked metallic there, instantly made Alexis realize that Cameron's presence there would really threaten the safety of Alexis and other people in the university area right now. Cameron will hunt for human blood. Alexis strongly believed in this, especially considering the time when Adrian, who was thirsty for human blood, would show the same characteristic in the change in the color of their eyes. “Well… I just wanted to see you one more time actually. Is it wrong? I think my brother Adri

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

"So you are doing more than binding with one method correct?" "Yes." Ren activated the Formations together. The Reap System kept watch on the surroundings to make sure know one would try an strike during the process. "A drop of the blood from my body. A drop of spiritual blood from my soul. The last a drop of mental blood congealed from pure mental cultivation. Not actually containing a part of my mind." The blood from his body contained a slight purple tint to it. The purple was from the Ion Energy from the people he treated previously.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

Covering the entire left side of his ribs was a wet stain of dark crimson blood. I saw Nirvana freeze out of the corner of my eye. Her mouth parted slightly, and she stared directly at the blood in pure shock. The questions were already forming rapidly in her head. I knew she was incredibly smart, and she knew corporate executives did not come home with burner phones in their pockets. Or with bloodstains. I did not give her the chance to speak. I stepped directly into her line of sight and blocked her view of Ronan entirely. I glared at my best friend, shooting him a look of absolute fury for bringing this violent mess into the house where she could see it.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

And then, I stepped inside. The man seated opposite my father did not turn, yet his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, streaks of silver woven into dark hair, ink curling over his neck, promising more beneath the fabric of his shirt. Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire.

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.