Strike The Blood Character Novels & Stories

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.”

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

Together, we formed an unbreakable bond, a united front against those who sought to tear us apart. As I launched into a powerful strike, a masked assailant darted forward, narrowly avoiding my blow. His movements were swift, indicating a level of skill that demanded my utmost attention. We engaged in a brutal dance of parries and strikes, each move executed with deadly precision. The scent of sweat and blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of heavy breathing.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

The urgency behind Orel voice and my skin prickling with danger was what made my eyes to open. The scene before me was a dreaded one, Orel was bleeding for one shoulder while fighting sluggishly as if he was poisoned. A couple of warriors whose clothing and armory were not ours were attacking Orel, I took the scene before me within a second as I grabbed my sword and rolled away from my sleeping position.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The half-blood called Leon had speedy reflexes and managed to block the unexpected strike, but he was still flung back many strides away and crashed into the imperial army, killing on impact those who were hit head on. Gallas's eyes widened in disbelief. That startling flash was like a bolt of black lightning. No, it was not even close to calling it lightning. He knew it was the traitor prince' strike – and it was faster than lightning! And judging by how far it had sent Leon flying, the strike was way stronger than the hit he landed on him a while ago. What in the blue blazes?