Poe Blood-filled Vessel Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

His head whipped to me, "What?!" I wiped the blood off surrounding his wounds then pressed on one side so the poison would leak out more, and it did to which I sighed in relief because it means that the poison has yet to fully enter in his bloodstream. The substance has a slime-like texture instead of liquid which, again, is a relief!

“Becca, just try to do this. Phil is not the deserving king.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “No promises, but I will try. For that, I need to know where the potion is. It’s not in my blood because my blood contains poison for the vampires. A vampire tried to suck my blood for the lust of power, but he ended up vanishing into the thin air.” Lucas raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Nessa was right when she said that since you have the potion, you are definitely bestowed with the power of protecting it. It is a sign that the potion is with you. You are carrying it.”

The air was filled with the sickening sounds of bones cracking and blood hitting the ground like rain. It was over in seconds and only one man remained. The large one. The one who had been the brown wolf. He stood motionless, shaking with fury as the blood and bits of his comrades ran down his skin. His face twisted into a hateful scowl as he met Caden’s gaze. Then a Bloodveil guard in human form stepped forward. He walked calmly, holding a small glass bottle filled with thick purple liquid that shimmered like poison under the moonlight. Wolfsbane.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

Thankfully, the workers did not seem to notice us as they were too busy attacking the vines. I slowly got back up but to my surprise, all the blood and bit of flesh had now disappeared. It went dry and turned into ash before disappearing into the air. “That is weird' I thought and Grendel replied, “I understand your confusion. The blood in the vines doesn’t belong to the mortal world. It is protected inside the vines through some magic. And when the shell of protective magic is ripped off, the blood enters the world it is not supposed to be in…so it decomposes or whatever”

"A low-ranking patrol went missing near the sulfur canyons. When the Beta vanguard found their armored transport... the vehicle wasn't destroyed by silver or weapons. The metal had been completely corroded from the inside out by an ancient, traditionalist rot. The wolves’ bodies were stripped of their flesh, their blood-essence completely siphoned out into the stone." My heart skipped a frantic, maternal beat, my mind instantly flashing to the nursery where Leo and Lily were currently playing with their silver blocks. “The Phoenix blood is a catalyst... to awaken an ancient god.” Kaelen's father’s holographic projection echoed through my mind with a terrifying clarity [INDEX].

Pack Guard / Assassin (POV) War is loud. This was not war. This was silence sharpened into a blade. I checked the vial again. Clear liquid. No scent. No color. Death should always be elegant. “Stop staring at it,” Marek muttered beside me. “You look like you’re waiting for it to speak.” “Poison deserves respect,” I replied. He snorted softly. Around us, the forest breathed in long, frozen sighs. Pine branches sagged beneath thin snow, and the narrow trail ahead twisted toward the southern ridge, the temporary seat of the Moonborn.

My cheeks felt hot at his words and I shook my head in embarrassment as he chuckled, then carefully dropped me on the counter, his eyes staying still on mine, refusing to look anywhere else as though it could change the plans he had in mind. “I'm only trying to dip you in a cold bath.” He revealed, placing a hand on my forehead while examining the pulse on my neck for a moment. “Fuck, your temperature is still high. It's been going up since you passed out in bed. I'm glad I noticed on time.” Right, the damn poison. Silently, I watched as Lazaro put the bathtub to work, letting the cold water do its thing as he mixed some honey and milky scented fluids into the tub and topped it up with some

My fingers tightened on his shoulders, practically willing him to answer. “O-positive,” he rasped, just before a fresh wave of agony crashed through him, wrenching a scream from his throat. I whipped around to Jade, fear prickling down my spine. “What’s happening? Why is he—” “She pressed her lips into a grim line. “Damn it. I think the clot that was keeping the poison at bay just burst when I started flushing it out.” She barely paused, grabbing a scalpel from her kit. “We’ve got to drain the blood before it spreads, but I don’t have any O positive with me. He might not make it if—”