Sengoku Night Blood Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Then, he handed me the blade. My hands shook, but my resolve didn't. I cut a thin line across my own palm and offered it to him. Lucien groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, and pressed his mouth to my skin. As he drank, I felt the light inside me flare, being drawn into him, weaving our DNA into a single, unbreakable cord. The Blood Bond was closed. He entered me in one slow, devastatingly deep thrust. The light in the room detonated.

Lyra was petrified in the spot where she stood, and her eyes were full of terror. It was only natural, since she would have never encountered something like this, unlike Ayla who’d been guarding the borders of the cursed land for months. The younger woman sighed, and she was looking for some words of reassurance when her eyes fell on the floor and noticed the blood. They were standing in a pool of blood. ‘Why are the lights off?’ Her hand was already on her sword’s hilt when the silhouette became clearer in the dark. She gave one step forward, shielding Lyra with her body.

The night air was thick with tension as the Silverclaw warriors stood ready, their eyes fixed on the tree line where the rogues lurked in the darkness. The Blood Moon hung high above them, casting an eerie red glow over the battlefield. A chilling howl shattered the silence, followed by the thunderous sound of paws hitting the earth. “They’re coming,” Luca growled, his body tense beside Eve. The rogues emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with savage intent. At the center of them stood the red-eyed woman, her presence radiating dark energy. With a flick of her wrist, the first wave of attackers surged forward, their claws gleaming under the crimson light.

The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face.

The healer swallowed hard, eyes darting between me and the four predators in velvet chairs. “There’s a rare fruit. It grows only in the far East, deep in the Crimson Mist Mountains. The plant is called Sanguis Nocturna. Blood Night Bloom.” He hesitated. “The pack in the East guards it like a god. Their Alpha... Zephyr Veyl considers it sacred. Only the ruling bloodline is allowed to touch it. Our pack and theirs… we’ve been at odds for three generations. Trade embargoes. Blood feuds. Last skirmish cost both sides two dozen lives.”

Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that, her gaze was fixed on the scared bat in her hand. She picked up the knife, brought the bat closer to the jug and at once, she cut the head of the bat, its blood spilled into the jug and the green light which emanated from it became brighter, the blood of the bat on the knife dripped down on her hand. Suna glanced at her hand and cut her wrist with the knife, the blood of the bat on it mixed with hers. In deep agony, Suna screamed, the ground beneath her began to tremble violently but she stood firm to the ground. Here eyes were wide o

Nighel ask and bite hi lower lips “Fuck yo--- Don’t cursed a stranger Blood don’t,” Blood whispered to himself. “If you want someone to mess with, I’m not the right person for that. Because I killed people who are messing with me when I’m not in the mood.” Blood and Nighel laughed at him. “I’m just ask you…you know----” “Oh f*ck off.” Blood said and stood up. “I like the ‘oh’ part.” Nighel said but suddenly a car stop needed them that made them look there.

Diego's POV The flames licked the sky, casting a deceptive warmth over the land. It seemed like a peaceful night to those who didn’t know better—but history would remember it as the Blood Night, the night when everything crumbled into ruin. “Run,” my mother whispered, blood streaming from her nose. Her lips quivered, her hands weak as they pushed at my small shoulders. But I couldn’t move. I wouldn’t even if a part of me wanted to. My feet felt like it had a mind of its own, choosing to stay.

she said again and I nodded, deciding to drop it. " I, Victor Bloodborne, the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, dismiss you, Serena Nightshade, from the position of the Luna of the Bloodborne Pack, " I announced and her eyes widened as the bond broke into two.