Naruto Blood Novels & Stories

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

I repeat without missing a beat. I bring the knife into my hand and let my shaky hand bring it up to my left hand. I wrap my hand around the blade and quickly pull it out of my fist. Blood dropped off of my palm and into the water. My blood swirled with his and it was only half way done. I had watched this happen before when my aunt had become Luna of the Nirvana Pack. Titus and I now have to complete the blood oath.

Once outside, the area remained eerily quiet, and they quickly disappeared from the plaza. Now devoid of his last reserves of strength, Kiran leaned heavily against Jenny. Feeling his unusual condition, Jenny's face showed concern as she was about to ask. Suddenly, Kiran vomited a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen. "Kiran, what’s wrong?" Jenny asked, her voice filled with worry. Weakly, Kiran explained, "I absorbed Lady Meiji's Blood of Life, but it cannot merge with mine. It feels like a cold piece of ice inside me, causing intense pain."

Zorya began pacing around, her panic clearly written on her face, “anything yet?” “with you trying to give me a migraine? Yeah sure” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “This” she exclaimed. Zorya quickly approached her, “what did you find?” “I'm not sure of it, but let's hope it works, Blood or core of a kin” she pointed at a page. Both eyes snapped towards a passed out Nica, laying at the corner. They instantly came to a tactical understanding, using a knife and bowl Zareal drew blood from Nica, Zorya propped Rafael up, and working together they fed the blood to Rafael, his body glowed.

Your babies'blood can work. "How? I mean they aren't born yet so how can we get their blood?"I asked confused. "I know they aren't born yet but they can still help him. I mean your babies have powers, they aren't ordinary kids. Am certain that they're also willing to help their dad out."she said. "I see that but how?"I was curious. "Your mother told us that in order to set Anu free from Noble's blood influence, some drops of similar blood as his have to be added to his blood. This will mix with his blood and eject Noble's hence leaving him fine again."she said.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

The blade sat flush against my ribs, hidden entirely by the cascading layers of lace and reinforced satin. If I was being forced to walk into the lion's den, I wasn't going in unarmed. Jarrah Calaby believed he was buying a passive pawn to secure his port revenues. My father believed he was using me as a meat shield to buy his syndicate time. They were both wrong. The moment Jarrah let his guard down on our wedding night, I would sink five inches of carbon fiber directly into his carotid artery. I would take his life, take my sister, and vanish into the night before either family realized the Warden was dead.

I screamed at her and all she did was laugh hysterically. "Oh and that's not all." I looked back at her, wondering what else she was keeping from me. "For the Dark one to rise there needs to be a blood sacrifice. A Santacruz blood." She grinned at me, holding out her hand. A sharp stick flew, stabbing me in my stomach. I could feel the pain from the sharp stake impaling my stomach, oh goddess it hurt. My blood flowed like a river, trailing in several lines to the ancient tree which seemed to feed off my blood. It was getting greener and healthier. My blood was reviving the tree, Namek was waking.

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

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.