Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

Then slowly, she put her arms on the table, lowered her head into them, and let go of the breath she’d been holding since midnight. She did not cry. She hadn’t cried in five years and she wouldn't start now. That part of her had closed the same night everything else did, the same night she’d stood in front of a crowd of wolves who had known her since childhood and watched every single one of them decide what she was before she’d spoken a single word in her own defence. The Blood Moon Massacre. That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done.

He might be the second strongest but in front of the true vampire king, he was nothing but a mere bug to Naomi. Her claws found the wound and pierced through it without mercy. “Kargh!” He spat blood, responded to it. Naomi pulled out her bloody hand as her sharp gaze blankly stared at the dying assistant. The injury caused by the previous fight - the wound caused by the garlic and olive oil - brought yet another series of trauma. The wound was now bleeding once again. “Naomi... Skywalker…” Naomi looked down with her purposed smile intact on her lips. She stretched her arm and pressed her palm on his left cheek.

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.

**Celeste:** “You’re with me. We’re going to the USSF orbital station Liberty Prime. Scientists. Military wizards. They’ve been watching this war from the sidelines with their telescopes and satellites. Time to drag them into the fight.” Remy grins—coyote sharp, gold eyes flashing. **Remy:** “Road trip with my wife. My favorite kind of trouble.” The Court scatters to assignments—portals flaring, wings beating, footsteps echoing urgent. I step to the launch platform alone for a moment, crown humming hot. Summon the **Blood Board**. Crimson lightning coalesces beneath my feet—board forming from pure blood and storm, edges crackling violet, humming eager for speed.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

He wiped the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand before taking a few wobbly steps, and by the last step he took, it was as if he was already halfway healed. He raised his bloodied hand up to cup my chin and he looked down at me with a frightening grin. “I’m not the only monster in this room. Look at your eyes, Leia Steele. It’s the same as mine.” And then he blinked and I almost fell to the ground when his eyes suddenly turned completely black. Nothing… but darkness. He smeared some of his blood on my cheeks before leaning forward, his lips merely half an inch away, and then he spoke. “I didn’t think it was possible, but now I do, and I’m sure of it. You, Leia Steele, have the Dark

He soon realized that the situation was bad, and he had to put his life on the line. Andor clenched his teeth and started to ignite his blood essence. The blood essence in a warrior's body was incredibly limited. Once it was lost, there was no way of getting it back. At the very least, he would no longer be able to get stronger. In the worst-case scenario, he would die. However, burning his blood essence could still increase his skills temporarily. Andor had burned his blood essence but did not even think about fighting back. Instead, he sped himself up. Unfortunately, the Soul Sword had the laws of space incorporated. It was horrifyingly quick. Even after the blood essence increased his spe

“You don’t know me. And I don’t know you. But what I do know is that the Blood Moon is coming, and with it, war.” Raynor’s gaze snapped to hers, narrowing. "What do you know of the Blood Moon?" She didn’t answer right away, instead glancing down at her wrist, where the faint glow of her mark shimmered in the firelight. “There’s a prophecy," Erin said quietly. “A prophecy about someone who can awaken the Wolf God. The Moon’s Orphan. The Silverblood.” Raynor’s eyes widened in recognition. The Silverblood. His blood ran cold. “You—” His voice faltered for a moment. “You think that’s me?”

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱɪx + •*. 』 ZAYNE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Kayley's blood wasn't working for him anymore. He didn't want it, the taste he felt was almost equivalent to tar. But her blood was the same as before. He wasn't picky on what type he liked but he had favorites from time to time.

" Sera wanted to argue, but bullets were already hitting nearby. She ran north, shield up, reaching for Lucien through the bond. He was close now, maybe three hundred yards away. She just had to stay alive long enough to get to him. She heard fighting behind her—Rowan and Vivienne were fighting Elara's troops. Then a different sound. Screams. An explosion, smaller but controlled. Through the bond, she felt Lucien ahead. Safety was close. She rounded a corner and ran directly into—Elara. The vampire commander stood blocking the path, weapon raised. Her expression was cold, professional. Sera's friend, the warrior who had fought with them, was no longer there. The only person left was the cons