Strike Of Blood Characters Novels & Stories

The energy in the air confirms it—they are going to die today, and none will be left to crawl home with a warning. The first wave of humans comes into view. I don’t hesitate. One’s aiming at one of ours—she doesn’t see it coming. I pull the trigger. The bullet strikes her temple. She drops like a stone. A fierce jolt of satisfaction shoots through me. They may be trained. But they’re still human. I spot a warrior gunning down three enemies heading my way—but he’s tackled from the side. A rogue. “Where the hell did the rogues come from?” Layla snarls as we take aim and fire, catching the rogue just before he slashes my warrior’s throat.

A strike. For every child left orphaned. Another strike. For every innocent life stolen. Another. And another. And another. Silver energy exploded from my hands. Corey's body was launched through the battlefield. He smashed through three boulders before crashing into the earth. The entire valley shook. Gasps rippled through both armies. Nobody had ever seen Corey overpowered. Until now. He rose slowly. Blood streamed from his mouth. His armor hung in shattered pieces. Yet hatred still burned in his eyes. "You should have stayed dead." His voice trembled. I laughed.

Ants were meant to be stepped on by humans, and humans by the Undead! “I will return this to you,” Bloodlust chuckled grimly and spat out the blood she had been keeping in her mouth all this while. The red liquid forced its way into Philip’s eyes and blinded him. His movements came to a natural stop and he was left vulnerable. “Crap!” Razor screamed, trying to get to Philip first, but how could he who had always focused on brute strength be a match for a Blood Daemon’s speed? Jack was also trying to stop her, and so was Davies; however, neither one of them was close enough. With a cruel laugh Bloodlust stabbed her blade into Philip’s abdomen and twisted savagely before cutting across in a tr

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

The impact lifted me off the ground, my ribs shattering under the weight of his strike. I flew a few meters back before hitting the ground hard, the force of Darius’s strike driving me deep into the earth. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, and for a moment, everything was a blur of pain and darkness. My ribs felt like they were on fire, and I coughed up a huge amount of blood, my mana reserves dwindling with each passing second. *The first phase of Bloodlust Ascendancy is wearing off,* Kyrax’s voice echoed in my mind. *We don’t have much time left.*

Levi and Siri were already struggling against the foot soldiers that kept coming through. General Dana, who was just a few feet from Faline, stood calmly in front of the enemies. Witches, Black Shaols and foot soldiers alike were stunned as they faced the formidable weapon of Demetrius. The Blood Element of the Rein Tribe. The Blood Star, Shaula of Scorpio. Dana was just standing there. But her power's strength reached until the middle of the enemy's lines of where they were located. They all froze, their body twitching and they screamed in pain and fear. Blood began to ooze from their eyes, mouth, nose and ears.

The black power of Alain danced above his palm, suspended on mid-air like a flame ready to lunge at an enemy. She couldn’t be that enemy. She couldn’t— Fresh blood trickled down her cheeks and onto the dusty floor. So fast, lightning-quick, the shadows like sheer swords cut her skin open. Crimson blood followed after. “Do you surrender, Sasha Forster?” Her brows furrowed at the unexpected question. “Do I fucking have to answer that?” Alain only grinned. Another drop of blood streamed from her forehead with his shadow strike. “I will not ask you again.”

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.