Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

I could tell Clara and Alpha Vargus were avoiding each other, they barely stayed close or even exchanged greetings. “I hope Arwan and Bruno get here with the blood soon,” Lavanya blurted out. Alpha Vargus gawked at Lavanya, “Blood?” “We'll explain later,” Lavanya snapped back. Suddenly, Arwan and Bruno rushed in with a large quantity of human blood, “Is this enough?” He asked. “I don't know yet,” the witch announced. “Somebody get a bowl or something.” The blood was poured into a bowl and passed towards me, I glanced at the blood, it was dark red and thick.

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

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.

But before he could even take a step, the shadows at the edge of the tree line violently ruptured. A foul, twisted creature—a massive, rogue Blood-born that had somehow slipped through the western vanguard patrols—lunged out from the darkness. Its skin was a mottled, necrotic grey, its maw dripping with a black, corrosive saliva as it caught Solar entirely by surprise. The strike was blindingly fast. Solar spun, her golden jaws snapping shut in a desperate defense, but the creature’s jagged fangs sank deep into her front shoulder blade, tearing through the golden fur.

Belle gasped and her eyes went wide. Alba, with a revolver on her gloved-hand, had been standing behind Annabella when she unexpectedly fell face down onto the hard surface of the carpeted floor. Annabella started to shiver and moan on the ground, as Alba aimed the rifle at her head without any hesitation.

The sheer kinetic force of the hurricane was trying to break her spirit, but beneath her skin, the sapphire fire of the Blue Rose flared to life, fighting the exhaustion. Suddenly, a strange, high-frequency vibration rippled through the water. Ava opened her eyes beneath the waves. Rising from the dark depths beneath her were three sleek, torpedo-like automated extraction pods from the fortress. Their mechanical claws were open, their optical sensors glowing a malicious, scanning amber. They had tracked her blood signature. "Not today," Ava gasped, surfacing for a fraction of a second.

The warriors scrambled to obey, dragging the younger wolves away but Ava’s roar shook the air before they could clear the field. It wasn’t human or wolf. It was something else entirely. Wind burst outward in a violent surge, knocking several recruits flat. One boy rolled across the dirt until he slammed into a dummy, coughing blood. Warriors shielded their faces as sparks snapped through the air. “Ava!” I forced my way through the storm, my claws digging into the earth to anchor myself. “Look at me! It’s Lucas!” She didn’t look. Then lightning burst from her fingers, slamming into a dummy and exploding it into splinters. Another strike ripped into the ground, splitting the dirt apart.

All pretense of control vanished, consumed by a singular, primal need to stop her pain. I moved, my power flaring around me, ready to tear this insane connection to shreds. "Don't you dare!" Ava’s voice was sharp, a whip-crack of unexpected authority. "If you interfere now, the backlash could shatter her mind!" "She's bleeding!" I roared, the sound echoing off the obsidian walls. Did this foolish woman not see? A physical wound was a line that had been crossed. A price too high. I would rather face a thousand fractured realities than allow one more drop of her blood to be spilled.

By now, the car was rolling all over the road and I knew soon, dad would be closing up on us. But Ava wasn't through yet. She grabbed the steering and lurched back into the road. A running van hit the car nose but it didn't stop Ava. She tried all means to regain balance but I would be a fool to allow that. I bite her upper arm till I tasted her blood on my lips. Ava screamed and left the steering again. This time, I kicked her face with a strength I don't know where it came from. Ava's face flushed with blood as she groaned and hit her head against the car glass. It was clear she had lost her powers cos she was bleeding so badly from hitting her head on the steering.

Her body swayed, and I can feel the life force draining from her through our bond. "Oscar, catch her!" I yelled, my heart pounding in my ears. Oscar dove, managing to catch Ava's limp form just before she hit the ground. Her skin was ashen, lips tinged blue. "What have you done?" I snarled at Sera, fury coursing through my veins. But there was no time for answers.