Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

“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?”

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

The next second, they directly rushed toward the Blood Emperor. The Blood Emperor sneered as the sea of blood around him boiled. A huge Blood Hand reached out from the sea of blood and fiercely slapped out. With a boom, a bloody light swept out and forcefully blasted apart a star. At the same time, several stars swayed and smashed toward the incoming stars. Chu Xun snorted coldly. A strange scene occurred. The stars controlled by the Blood Emperor suddenly froze. Then they flew back to their original position and stayed motionless. Blood Emperor let out a low roar. The earth-shattering Blood Hand turned around and slammed toward Chu Xun.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

The little bit of money I had scraped together, paid for with endless nights and cracked, bleeding hands, meant less to them than one of my brother's hobbies. Brian sat nearby, playing video games. When he heard that, he looked up and shouted, "Yeah! Dad's right! You're not getting in anyway. Might as well give me the money!" I looked at the two of them, at their perfectly reasonable expressions, and felt my stomach churn. I did not cry. I did not argue. I knew tears were the cheapest thing in that house. It was worth nothing. I kept quiet. I just picked up a broom and started sweeping the shells scattered all over the floor.

“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.

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.

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

I fear that everyone wants it selfishly for their purpose. I can only trust Brandon. "What about it?" I raise a brow at him. "How do you plan to help Alpha Brandon win this war with it? You are our special weapon remember? If we want to take revenge on Alpha Victor for his evil deeds. We will be needing some of your blood." Luke says. Damn, he is so confident about it. "Excuse me? Did you just call me some kind of weapon?" I snap at him. I am also a living bring here and I refuse to give my blood out to just anyone.