Strike The Blood Character Novels & Stories

… Each strike landed with unrelenting force, as though trying to break Damon apart, piece by piece. His shirt, once crisp and white, was now soaked with blood. The black fabric, once rigid and untouched, had transformed into a dark crimson hue. Blood dripped from the edges of his shirt, staining the floor in the ruinous factory, a stark, unforgiving contrast to the surrounding desolation. Chen’s eyes were filled with unbearable pain. His fists were clenched so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands stood out in stark relief, but he couldn’t move—he couldn’t do anything.

Tears rolled out of my eyes in pain. I quickly opened my eyes in fear. ‘Not just he hit me, but he also forcefully drank my blood.’ * #TBC

He growled and moved to my left flank, swiping at me, luckily I was prepared and he missed me, he was definitely faster than the others. Doing another attack and swiping at his lower abdomen, taking a chunk of his flesh with me, blood pooled at my fingertips as well as dripping from his stomach. He took a step back from me, shocked that I could probably parry with him, “I'm not just a little girl, I am a silver blood, a species that was meant to bring your kind to justice and that is what I am going to accomplish.” After declaring, Hughes gnashed his teeth and attacked once again, this time slower than before.

Due to a large amount of fresh blood, Charles not only turned into a blood man, but the surroundings were also stained in red due to the explosions of the sword lights that formed thick blood mist. Bang! The sword lights' abominable power was like a heavy punch, slamming Charles down again. Both Charles's head and legs faced the sky, whereas his abdomen slumped, and he appeared like a bow as he smashed the ground into a human-shaped pit. Then, the gaps in the pit and the cracks around it were filled with the blood pouring out of Charles's body instantly. At first glance, Charles seemed to be immersed in a human-shaped blood pool.

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .

He was going to play the Grim Reaper tonight and he had no remorse about it. “You kept her because you wanted to prevent this. She is alive and it is still happening. You may be my King but I am your friend and your safety is more important to me than whatever that woman has to say” his voice firm. I had no energy to comment anymore. I still felt bursts of the antidote in my system that urged me to go lay down in an ice bath and tremors from my blood that had gone missing from the blade. All the hassle to get that sword was to secure my blood and it was just gone. Right under my nose.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

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.*

That scar on his chest has him branded a rapist and murderer. “Oh no, no, sweetheart. Blood for blood.” He grins, showing his rotten teeth. “Fine.” I say, walking over to him. His eyes grow wide when I step closer, my body towering over his scrawny frame. “Hit me.” “What?” He asks confused before chuckling like I am crazy. “Blood for blood. You were hit in the head by a skipping rock and you have a tiny, barely there scratch. I will allow you to hit me and I won’t retaliate, to make it even.” I say, looking around at his merry band of rapist assholes.

A breaking spell, something old enough to tear a vow. She looked up. John was on the ground, coughing blood. The Blood Father raised his clawed hand for the killing blow. And then Sarah moved. She dove between them, arms wide. "No!" she screamed. The Blood Father hesitated. John’s eyes widened. “Sarah” Her body lit with blinding light, and then, the Blood Father stepped back, hand singed. A look of confusion, almost pain, passed over his monstrous face. “You…” he murmured. “You are not of the line. Yet… you bear its pain.”