Sengoku Night Blood Novels & Stories

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

But roasted meat could only get me so far. There was a door in the kitchen, and a peep through the window told me that it was the backyard. I went out and the night's cold breeze did something to calm my nerves. Marcello was right, this place linked into a thick forest. And with my enhanced sight and hearing, I sensed bats from close by trees. Those were going to have to do for the night. I ran with a desperation that I could not suppress. And before I knew it, my fangs were deep in a bat. I moaned as the metallic state of blood filled my mouth, sucking it in for my dear life.

It's only a little punch for me. The other guy stood back, probably wondering how quick I was to put his friend to the ground. His foolish friend in question jerked up from his pathetic state to lunge at me once again and trust me…the second punch wasn't as playful as the first I had been. I drove my fist into the guy’s face, sending him flying. Blood explodes all over his nose and mouth as he splutters on the ground. He tried pulling himself off the ground and I knelt to pin him by his T-shirt and punched him again…. he's not willing to back down and will keep showing him how weak of a person he was. His other guy came from my side and offered me a blow to the side of my head, I was too bus

The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers. Body scent mixed with sweat makes a night of sex like a fierce and thrilling wild hunt. Like he transformed into a hungry wolf enjoying his prey, in space continuously emitted soft moans that provoked the primitive instincts in the male body. Holding hands, both bodies synchronize to a rhythm. Waking up in the morning, bed sheets scattered, two bodies entwined. Rian felt extremely numb, she tried to move a little, everywhere was aching, she discovered that her limbs were limited, unable to move.

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

Outside, the first warning sirens began to wail one city after another, nations aligning under Dante Bellucci’s banner. The war for the Blood Kingdom had just been reborn. And this time, it wasn’t just power at stake. It was blood. The palace nursery was silent save for the faint hum of security drones circling the tower. Luna slept soundly beneath a canopy of white silk, clutching her wooden soldier. The same one Matteo carved years ago. Bianca stood beside the window, staring down at the citadel’s courtyard where soldiers gathered, armor glinting like silver scales under floodlights.

Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid. Willa leaned her head against the cold window, watching as the stars outside turned into streaks of blood-red light. She was going to do this. She was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that by the time this game was over, Jaxson Vane was the one begging for air.

The air hung heavy with the scent of victory and the lingering tang of blood. The battlefield, once a scene of brutal carnage, now lay silent, the moon a crimson orb casting an eerie glow upon the ravaged landscape. The Blood Moon Pack, once a symbol of fear and tyranny under Mateo’s rule, was finally free. And at its heart stood Draven, his silver hair gleaming under the blood moon”s light, his eyes burning with an intensity that spoke of the battles waged and won.

They were also forging alliances with other vampire clans, offering them resources and support in exchange for their loyalty. As tensions mounted, both sides began to engage in covert actions against each other. The Black Fangs launched sabotage missions, targeting NightStalkers supply lines and disrupting their communication networks. The NightStalkers responded with terror attacks, using their blood magic to unleash plagues and curses on Black Fangs populations.

Tobias shrugged. “Makes sense.” I said as I accepted the pill bottle. “What is this?” “A blood pill.” Tobias’s response was abrupt as if I had asked him a stupid question. Opening the pill bottle, I lifted it to my nose and sniffed. My eyes widened when I realized that this wasn’t just any blood pill, it was a vampire blood pill. It was rare and almost impossible to get. Even if a vampire is captured and their blood extracted, it wouldn’t have the same results.