Sengoku Night Blood Novels & Stories

“Paladin's Aura Zone: Blood Moon.” The sky immediately became blood red, and day turned into night. The Slenderman was taken aback. ThIs EnErGy... “Fall, blood moon” Willow’s voice sounded throughout the sky. The Slenderman looked up, just in time to see a glowing red moon smash him in the face and send him back down to earth. His screams were the last thing He heard, before the moon impacted the planet, causing a massive explosion.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

Night fell upon Velmora, bringing with it a chill more biting than usual. Tonight, it wasn't just the moon watching from above, but also the ghost of civil war, ready to spill blood on their sacred ground. At Rakar’s old residence, the atmosphere was tense, like a bowstring drawn to its maximum. About thirty Velkan warriors—those still loyal to the Bane bloodline or to Eldric—gathered in the front yard. They didn't speak much. They merely sharpened their claws, checked their swords, and stared at their new commander with a mixture of fear and respect.

I could see it plain as day. My life slows down as I pull away from her, whatever was about to happen would hurt. Then she lets go, it’s like a bungee cord exploded through the men and women fighting. Her scream was so loud it shook the trees, it sent rogues flying in all directions as she let loose. I watch as a rogue's eyes, ears, nose and mouth start to bleed, the colour drains from his face as he falls to his knees, and then to the ground, dropping dead like a zombie.

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.”

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

“But no Elders’ Blood pack would ever give up their power willingly. It has to be taken by force.” I think of how his grandfather once forfeited their title, but I keep that thought to myself and resume washing him. Vanda lifts my chin. “We’re attacking early in the morning, but I’ll wake you before I go.” My fingers trail down his chest. “When will you be back?” “Before sunset.” “Okay,” I murmur, dreading the return to a war-time schedule. “And you have to attack tomorrow?” “I do. I would’ve liked another day to train Kane’s men, but the new moon will interfere.”

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.