Poe Blood-filled Vessel Novels & Stories

began to weep, dripping a cold, oily dread directly into my cerebral cortex. The flagship was a dying beast, groaning as it tilted toward its watery grave. Dante and I moved through the central conduit, our joined hands still slick with the blood of our vow. The lights flickered a sickly, bruised purple. We had expected gears, processors, and cold silicon. Instead, the walls were lined with translucent, vein-like tubes that pulsed with a rhythmic, milky fluid.

Moana’s POV The taste of his blood was a mixture of salt, iron, and the bitter, burning sting of the wolfsbane poison. The moment my teeth broke his skin, a massive, cataclysmic explosion of golden light erupted from the center of our chests. It wasn't the soft mist of the Blood Moon Ceremony; it was a violent, blinding storm of pure energy that shattered every remaining pane of glass in the kitchen, sending a hurricane of white flour and red embers swirling through the air.

During that time, Khione's body even underwent a slight mutation - her blood had become poison itself. I wiggled free of Alec and walked to the table. Each poison had a name card attached to it, so I drank the poisons I was familiar with first. A red one I had drunk made me grimace, the taste sour "I do not miss that taste," I mumbled, putting the empty vial down. I picked up a pale blue poison and looked at Ayame, asking her to tell me about it.

Early in the morning, Solomon brought Blair’s blood test result to the Royal View Villa. He handed the test report to Blair and said grimly, “We have the answer—you’ve been poisoned by one called Vortex.” It was a poison invented by some outrageous scientists in Erebar, and it could destroy one’s blood clotting function. So, if the person poisoned bled from an injury, the bleeding could not be easily stopped, no matter how small the wound was. Moreover, the pain of the wound would be amplified tens or even hundreds of times. Not only that, but it would also cause insomnia, leading to neurasthenia in the long run.

Phobos shows it all to me he wants me to know that there is a chance for this future that he believes no matter what, his faith will not die. "Udělej to," Phobos instructs as he clutches onto his belly hunched down grunting out in agony that I am sharing with him and I am jerked out of the shelter he created for me in my mind and am thrust back into reality as Vůdce empties a container of clotted red foul-smelling blood all over my body from head to toe. (Do it) The blood soaks through my clothes to stain my nude flesh and close my eyes shut wheezing attempting to catch my breath. I cannot discern the blood but I can smell its putrid scent and taste it. This is too much for me to handle.

Her skin began to translucent, the veins in her neck standing out like cords of white fire. "Martha! Stop it!" Elodie reached out, but Victor held her back. "Stay back, Elodie! Look at the pressure!" Victor pointed to the glass tank. The blood inside was boiling. It wasn't just liquid anymore; it was turning into a thick, luminous mist that swirled with a violent energy.

And then she raked a second, smaller shard of glass across the back of his hand. A thin cut. Less than two centimeters. Just deep enough to break the skin. Silas looked down at his hand. Blood beaded at the edge of the wound. Red. Normal. The red lasted one second. Then a dark green bloom pushed up from deep inside the cut and spread, following the veins across the back of his hand. An ink drop hitting water. Black tendrils unfurling beneath his skin, surging wildly toward his wrist. Reverse-Blood Poison. The Third Lord's signature formula. A neurotoxin reserved for executing traitors. It didn't attack the heart. It didn't attack the brain. It attacked the smooth muscle lining the blood vess

Blood and gore decorate the walls and floor until you only see dead hounds. But it’s a futile effort because they keep coming. Not seeing what else to do, I gather the demon power inside of me and let it burst out, lighting up every creature in the room. Fire spreads through every limb, scorching the creatures, walls, and floors, but my body grows weaker as I continue to shoot fire. I don’t understand why I’m so weak. My powers have never waned in such a manner. I realize at that moment that something is wrong. My blood feels like it's boiling, I’m nauseous, and my head is pounding, all symptoms of blood poisoning. Somehow, the hounds injected me with Seraph blood. It’s the only thing that m

Pressing her hand towards her chest, she sank down on one knee. "What, this is...... So unsightly......" "Hey, are you okay!? Pull yourself together." "How does it taste...... In this magical potion, I cooked the usage of blood and a mystery recipe. Blame not anything however your eager feeling of odour has intensified the unsightly stench. Particularly, your response toward the blood must be greater." "This is... A poison concentrated on vampires?" "That's proper -- Even your race may be rendered motionless for some time after inhalation. This is -- sufficient!!"

Alessio finished her sentence: “He weaponized it.” --- In the vault, the thing bled. Not in the way flesh bleeds. Not in the way that ends life. This blood spread across the walls, seeping into the cracks like memory flooding a wound. It smelled of rust and burning paper, of ash and salt and something colder. The light shifted, flickering deeper red. Jace stood before it, skin damp, eyes wide, chest rising slower now as the heat in the room began to drop. His breath misted. The sixth man stepped back, touched the wall, and vanished into it—gone in a way that made the room feel smaller, tighter, hungrier.