Sengoku Night Blood Novels & Stories

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

No one would be able to guess that a few nights ago; a bloodbath happened here, a battle between the thirteen thousand men and thousands of beasts. The thirteen thousand men led by Chieftain Syzo Teiwar were being led into a trap. Since it happened during the night, they failed to notice the splashes of animal blood that littered the canyons that surrounded the valley. As per her instruction, the warriors gathered their livestock and gutted them to secure the blood of hundreds of livestock. The blood flowed to the once-dried stream making the entire valley the target of thousands of gigantic beasts in the area.

I got howls from everyone in the pack; it was the war howl “Let’s move out!” We got to the night crawler territory; it smelled foul, the scent was indescribable, but the smell of rotting flesh and blood was distinct. Our forces split themselves up, we kept a stealth mode. Through mind-link one of my female warriors bring up the fact that there are once again not patrol wolves from the night crawlers and we had gotten so close to crossing the border to enter the territory and nobody had come to see what was going on, I then took one step and walked into the open land of the new night crawler territory and from all sides wolves emerged ready to attack “Ambush!” I mind-linked and my forces were

he apologized. “It’s fine. I am still alive anyway,” she said and when she was about to disengage, at the same time, Jade pushed her to the side in a swift and she saw his hand on the neck of a female vampire where he raised his other hand to attack. “I’m a Nightblood,” the female vampire said before he would attack her and Amber saw Jade release his hand from her neck. Amber guessed that she was on their side and she asked Jade, “What is Nightblood?”

Our movements synced instinctively, like we’d fought together for years. He glanced at me, his golden eyes blazing. “You’re a red haired little devil, aren't you?” I nocked another arrow, aimed, and shot as I said. “Save the poetry for after we survive the night, Nightbane.” A Bloodfang warrior lunged at me then, his axe swinging for my chest. I ducked, the blade grazing my shoulder, and drove my dagger into his side. He crumpled, but another took his place, his claws raking toward my throat. Before I could react, Veyra appeared, her scarred face fierce as she tackled the warrior, her own blade flashing. She pinned him down and finishes him off with a swipe of her claws.

assistant"> The battlefield above Blood Moon territory had become hell. Silver fire burned across the forest. Warriors clashed beneath shattered trees while the night sky glowed red from explosions tearing through the borders. Blood soaked the earth as howls echoed through the darkness like ghosts screaming through the mountains. And at the center of it— George fought like death itself. A High Circle warrior flew backward after George’s claws ripped through his chest. Another charged instantly from the side, silver blade raised— George snapped the warrior’s neck before the attack could land.

Yvonne had personally witnessed the danger of the blood pond, and it was so close. It should be noted that the blood pond was relatively small last time. This time, the blood pond could water such a huge wheat field, so it must be very large. The most terrifying thing was that many of the two million soldiers had also been supplied by the blood pond during the battle in Nightsky City, including the Extreme Cold that they had discovered after the battle in the primeval forest. It was also because of some special features of the blood pond. In other words, the blood pond there was also very powerful.

"For what reason?" "What else? As a sacrifice for his ritual," she said, and my eyes widened. “We’d already vowed not to yield to any more of his demands. So we refused. That’s when the real trouble started.” Tara’s eyes grew distant. “Their main army descended on us under the full moon. They came with spears, arrows… every weapon you can imagine. They chanted one word as they marched into our homes: ‘Bloodnight.’ It was meant to be a massacre. They were about to begin the slaughter… when a stranger stepped forward.”

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

He was utterly still. The others were all pacing around on all fours, beast-like, their eyes blank. He was slumped against one corner of his enclosure. His head was in shadow and I could tell that his breathing was even. I assumed he was sleeping, but as I got closer to the angled panels, I could see that there was blood oozing out from the soles of his feet. There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly.