Slayer World Painted Blood Novels & Stories

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

Before we could react, it moved faster than thought. A wave of darkness slammed into us. I felt myself lifted off the ground, energy scattering violently. Theodore roared as he was thrown in the opposite direction. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed into the earth. The shield protecting the wolves shattered. Warriors cried out as their strength drained instantly. The Devourer advanced toward me. Step by step. Unstoppable. I tried to stand, but my limbs trembled. It loomed over me, crimson eyes blazing. “The Blood Heir must fall… so the world may be consumed.”

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it.

My knuckles were pale beneath the sticky sheen of blood that wasn’t mine. Zach stood in the middle of the carnage, his chest rising and falling, each breath labored but steady. There was blood on him that is not his, not this time, it's splattered across his shirt, painting over the tattoos that marked him. I traced them instinctively with my eyes, the ones I used to follow with my fingertips in quiet, fragile hours when the world outside our bed didn’t exist. Now they were obscured, swallowed by the stains of violence.

“Evelyn… My love is my greatest sin.” She laughed, voice breaking with tears. “And that sin has saved this world how many times?” Wind rose, carrying rust and ash. Far off, war drums — remnants of Crimson Pact approaching. Survivors turned feral, craving power and blood. Evelyn gripped Blood Shadow, her black sword. The blade reflected the crimson moon, trembling as if sensing her soul. “They won’t stop. Alaric has restarted the Blood Heart ritual. If he finishes, Azrael rises again.”

I stepped back instinctively, but more blood spread across the endless surface until the entire dream realm became crimson beneath me. And then the visions began. I saw wolves tearing into one another across burning battlefields. Bodies everywhere. Entire kingdoms collapsing beneath flames. The sky itself split apart by storms of silver lightning. Creatures darker than anything I had ever seen crawled across dead lands, their bodies twisted unnaturally as if stitched together by forbidden magic. I saw women screaming. Children running. Rivers filled with blood. And standing at the center of it all Me. My breath caught painfully. I stood upon a ruined throne platform wearing silver armor stre

​The sky over The Cradle turned the color of dried blood. The Primordial was no longer content with subversion; as soon as the population’s worship reached a fever pitch, the entity initiated the harvest. ​The marble palaces began to dissolve into black dust. The false heroes, the Luminous Keeper and her armored companion, stood frozen as their reality cannibalized itself. The people who had cheered for them now screamed, their voices rising in a discordant chorus as the atmosphere began to burn away.

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

Chasing Wind’s blood then spurted all over and covered the ground. “Chasing Wind.” Tyr wanted to shout, but he realized that something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. Next, Zillion was sliced by Luc, too, followed by Pawn. Luc then held a head and looked at Tyr while he laughed maniacally. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The entire area was covered in blood. Even the walls were stained with red. Lastly, even the moon turned red. The moon was covered in a thick layer of blood, and the blood was bleeding outward into the sky, covering the entire sky in red.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.