Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

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.

He cocked a brow and grinned again, showing his dirty yellow teeth. "Knowing the father of your children is searching for you all over the city." I tried to pull my feet in, to make the ropes slack, but the cords scraped like teeth. My left hand burned where the knot dug in. I tasted metal and old blood from the blow to my head. Scar laughed softly and leaned closer. “You've been busy,” he murmured, glancing at the table across the room. My phone lay there, a crack running through the middle. I felt a cold thread run through my chest when he picked it up and swiped it on and watched the screen glow.

He tells me, scooping me up and into his arms, only then did I realise I was laying in a pool of blood with my shirt ripped open, Ben throws his shirt over my chest, Drake nods a thankyou to him. “What happened?” I ask looking around “It’s both yours and matts and whoever donated the blood” “It’s like a scene from Carrie for fuck sake” I was stunned, I couldn’t remember much except the feeling of complete exhaustion, I still felt completely exhausted but I was alive and for now that’s more than enough “Can we go to bed?” I whisper, he nods kissing my head and standing up “Ofcourse” I rest my head against his chest, too tired to talk any more and I close my eyes letting sleep take me.

As I got closer to Psyche now, I checked her pulse, luckily she was still breathing. "Arghh! F*cking h*ll!" He yelled at Asher's back, his back was on fire, his flesh was on fire, and his skin was on fire. He vomits bl*od and his back is also bleeding, a lot of bl*od. He's still recovering, he swings his sword causing Kylo to get hit and because Asher is strong, Kylo gets away a little with just one swing.

~ At Heavens Fall ~ (cough) "Aren't you making him wait for something that won't come?" Alexis asked her while lying on the ground with a stab wound on his chest. The Starlians don't bleed liquid blood, but rather their blood are particles that leave their body. It's beautiful to see but also sad. Tessia on the other hand was shot on her back by two dark arrows and is also losing blood particles. "You should've left with the others." - Alexis "How can I leave my other half alone?" She replied.

Aria doesn’t smile. “We remembered who we were.” He nods. “That’s enough.” ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “The Bloodstorm was not vengeance. It was correction.” “We didn’t fight to save history. We fought to remind the future we were never theirs to delete.” “And now, when they speak our names, they’ll do so carefully. Or not at all.” —Emilio

Because nothing born in blood ever leaves you clean. ****