Naruto Blood Novels & Stories

A thin line of blood welled up, bright and vivid. She let it flow. With absolute hemokenesis, the blood didn’t drip. It rose. Defying gravity, the crimson liquid floated upward in elegant ribbons, twisting in zero-g spirals like living silk. The air around it shimmered with power. Celeste’s voice was soft, commanding, ancient. “Ketsukagami.”

“My name is Rain.” My heart dropped, and all color drained from my face. “Rain--- Blood?!” I asked in utter disbelief. THIS man was the infamous Rain Blood. The insane rogue that delighted in the gore and pain of pack mate and enemy alike?! He nodded, making a shiver of fear travel down my spine. “What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. The man was notorious for messing with his enemies' heads – before ripping them to shreds, that is. There couldn’t be a single good reason for him to keep me alive.

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

She had figured me out. She wasn't as stupid as I had hoped, and I had to give her credit. It was just too bad for her that she thought I was stupid too and only had that small sample of her blood in the bowl she stole from me. Cyrus already knew I had his blood. It dropped to the bowl with a small splash. When the light hit it, I immediately held the entire vial up to my face, wanting a closer look. The unique pattern of black lines in the liquid differed from any other magical creature that had ever bled for me.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."

Yet so familiar that it shattered the wall I had been holding up. “Hello? Harriet.” The moment I heard my brother’s voice, tears poured down my face. “Bro…” I managed only a single word before my voice broke. When I carried the burden of three lives on my shoulders, I did not cry. When I was diagnosed with leukemia, I did not cry. When I discovered I had been deceived, I did not cry. Even when the last drop of blood left my body, I did not cry. Now… Now I could hear my brother’s voice.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

He sat down on a mat, his phone laid in front of him as he followed a basic breathing routine that was supposed to help him get a feel for his ability. His ability was something his mom had chosen to call Blood Control. It was a variation of a rare ability that gave Wilson the power to control his own blood flow in and outside his body. It also allowed him to control to s certain extent, the blood of others. The more Wilson thought about it, the scarier it got.

I think it's a blood scanner, but who's blood? Angel's blood, Akira spoke up, Because of the blood fusion, all of the rogues have red wolf blood flowing through their veins. It would only make sense. I nuzzled my face against hers. Make sure you come back to me, please. I will, I promise. I nodded towards Noah. Don't let anything happen to her. I watched anxiously as Noah and Angel followed behind them into the dark cave. We're in, Dante, Angel said. With all of us mind-linking at once, keep it limited so we can focus.