Strike The Blood Character Novels & Stories

“You never even had a fraction of it.” And then, Elena finally turned toward me. “You can kill me,” she murmured, voice hoarse, edged in defiance. “But you’ll never erase me.” I stepped forward, tilting my head slightly, watching her carefully, watching the way she was fighting to pretend she hadn’t already lost. And then? I smiled. “Oh, Elena,” I murmured, my voice edged in something lethal, something final. “That’s exactly what I’m about to do.” And after that?

“My name is Rain.” My heart dropped, and all color drained from my face. “Rain--- Blood?!” I asked in utter disbelief. THIS man was the infamous Rain Blood. The insane rogue that delighted in the gore and pain of pack mate and enemy alike?! He nodded, making a shiver of fear travel down my spine. “What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. The man was notorious for messing with his enemies' heads – before ripping them to shreds, that is. There couldn’t be a single good reason for him to keep me alive.

They stood in rolls and colons. "We are on earth. My father's wish was to rule the Earth but it didn't come to pass. As his son and the rightful heir to the throne, I'll make sure I fulfill every of his wish. We must find the lost blood. I know it's hard but, we must. She's the only way we can live normally and come out under the sun. Once it's sundown, go and find the lost blood. Bring her to me alive" "Yes Master!" They chorused.

I turned around and threw a heavy punch toward the man's face, which should be enough to put him in the hospital for two months if I hit him. With a pop, my fist stopped about two inches in front of the man's face, only to see him effortlessly block my attack with a hand. "It's me, Vicky, what happened? You seem pretty grouchy." "Jaydan?" The body of a Blood Hunter was much stronger than that of an ordinary person. The force I used just now should have sent them flying. How could they be so easily nullified? Who the hell was this kid? "Do you have time? I'd like to buy you a drink tonight."

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

She's not a weakling and will never be! "Kill her!" "Don't show mercy!" A tempting voice echoed in her mind. Those words sounds promising and that's what she'll do. Laughing maniacally all of the injuries she received disappeared as if nothing happened. The self healing powers of the Blood Wolf is way beyond than a normal wolf. "You think you can defeat me?" she shouted off to the woman who hurt her earlier. They gasped when a second voice layered with hers. It sounded dark and demonic at the same time.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

I could see it plain as day. My life slows down as I pull away from her, whatever was about to happen would hurt. Then she lets go, it’s like a bungee cord exploded through the men and women fighting. Her scream was so loud it shook the trees, it sent rogues flying in all directions as she let loose. I watch as a rogue's eyes, ears, nose and mouth start to bleed, the colour drains from his face as he falls to his knees, and then to the ground, dropping dead like a zombie.

Avel was at my side instantly, hands on my shoulders, voice shaking. “Lyria—look at me—stay with me—fight it—” “I can’t,” I choked. “Yes, you can. You’re stronger than this—” Silas moved toward Avel, desperate. “Avel—let me get water—something—” “NO!” Avel snapped, panic rising. “Don’t come near her—she’s overwhelmed—Silas, stop—” But Silas reached for me anyway. I smelled his blood before his hand even touched me. My vision tunneled and I reached for him.