Poe Blood-filled Vessel Novels & Stories

Their bodies began to shake violently as it jerk uncontrollably while blood started pouring from their noses, mouths, eyes, ears, and even their fingertips. As the blood flowed from the three children, it did not touch the ground. Instead, the crimson droplets hovered in midair as if it was controlled by an unseen force. Slowly, the blood drifted across the clearing and gathered above the ritual table before pouring itself into the empty bowl resting at its center. The bowl began vibrating violently, and faint crimson symbols slowly emerged across its surface. “Vareth na solum iraka ven… Morath el’shira ven torak nai…

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

As I looked down, I was shocked that I was seeing exactly what I had seen in Carson’s bloodstream. Only by now everything had multiplied. There were capsules of poison floating in the blood. As if it was multiplying before my eyes. “Has anyone actually studied this sample?” I asked to nobody in particular. An annoyed male stepped forward, “I have been,” he replied rudely.

But the moment the scenario registered fully, my mind went blank and my body went numb as a stray tear-stained my cheek. There was a huge circle on the floor drawn with blood and chalk and the corpses' forehead were marked with a sharp object and surrounded by patched dried blood that highlighted the bold crescent sign. A bold inscription was written on the wall with blood and it said 'The sins of the father shall be visited on the offsprings' A huge anaconda was also placed in the circle and one factor was common, all the creatures inside were dead. Those vampires weren't just ordinary vampires, Daniel, my bodyguard was there.

Morpheus slowly allows our body to return to its normal size even though there is still one left to punish but I see his reason, there is no reason to deal out punishment to someone that doesn’t know that it is coming or for why they are receiving it. Morpheus steps back, leaving me breathing heavily. I watch as the two warriors now lay on the ground, gurgling and struggling to take in a breath. I am surprised when the gurgling slows and the warriors actually die. I have never seen anything like it before. I turn inward, “Morpheus? What? How?” “Part of being of the Royal Bloodline. Our claws now contain a poison that will kill anything.” He answered weakly. That must have taken a lot out of

​The sun was bleeding. ​Through the transparent probability-fields of the Architect Lead-Ship, Leo Vane watched as the red vein, the "Cain-Infection", raced across the surface of the star. It wasn't a slow transition. Fueled by the "Sun-Eater" engine and the sacrificial "Pure-Resonance" of the Architects, the solar plasma was being rewritten into a bio-organic slurry of red light and "Blood-Ether."

The axe blade bit three inches deep into the perforated iron floor of the platform, locking the weapon in place for a crucial heartbeat. Malek scrambled to his knees, his pale hand diving into his vest pocket. He pulled out a small, sealed vial of dense, crimson fluid—not violet, but a brilliant, arterial red that seemed to pulse with its own light. "If I burn," Malek whispered, his face twisted in a mask of fanatical rage as he held the vial directly over the open intake valve of the primary pressure line, "everything you built at Oakhaven burns with me."

My body trembled, not from weakness but from the overwhelming surge of power causing a cascade in my veins. The First Vessel— She was bathed in celestial light, glowing just like the moonlight. I stood beside her, droplets of blood glistening on her palms. Her blood didn’t look ordinary, it seemed divine. She indeed was immortal. With a single drop, she carved through the air, shaping a sword with glowing crimson edges. The blade shimmered with ancient runes and pulsed like a heartbeat.

The several other skeletons were blown away by Alex’s Brahma’s Supreme Touch. As the name implied, Dragon Blood Vine was a kind of plant vine. This kind of vine was extremely peculiar. It was blood red and had glowing blood flowing inside it. When it was cut with a knife, red sap would flow out from it just like blood. Time was running short. Below was a densely packed legion of skeletons, If Alex were to fall into it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Alex grabbed the void. With a huge force, he grabbed at least ten vines and forcefully ripped them off, throwing them into his storage purse. Then, he quickly retreated.

Retreating into shadow. Click. A faint sound. Barely audible. The blood vessel along the side of his neck finally ruptured. Dark blood slid downward. And beneath his collar— something began growing. Golden-black vines. Twisting. Spreading. Crawling upward across his throat. Toward a face already consumed by murderous intent.