Strike The Blood English Dub Novels & Stories

“Strike your foe with no mercy! Make sure that you finish the opponent in front of you, the moment you get an upper hand. I don’t want any pity or compassion here. I don’t give a fuck if they’re your comrades. Finish them off!” Damien screamed, over the loud grunts, sheathing and clanging noise of metal. The whole training ground was filled with blood, sweat, and guts that spewed out from the respective vampires, lying lifeless on the floor.

Haha… An eerie look appeared on Darryl’s face as he walked closer to him with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. “You’re telling me now it’s all a misunderstanding? My brother is still lying in the hospital and you are f*cking telling me it’s all but a misunderstanding?” His Blood Drinking Sword stabbed through Donoghue’s shoulder after he said that. “Ah!” The sword went through Donoghue’s shoulder along with a loud moan sounding like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

His face only fueled my anger. And then I struck, ripping his throat out with my jaws, not stopping until his body went still. The life had left his eyes, his body coated in his own blood. My jaws dripped with his blood as I heaved breaths from my rampage. There was no feeling of sympathy in me as I gazed at his sunken state. Footsteps sounded behind me, and with the help of my heightened senses, I turned back quickly and attacked. I must have missed one of the hunters.

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

My eyes twinkled. It felt nice that he knew my name and even called me. My hands fell to my sides, my face not flickered over Mira's reflection and permanently. My eyes rolled, words felt heavy. I coughed blood and muttered weakly before darkness engulfed me. “The master.”

“Blood does not need cleansing. It needs acceptance.” --- In the sky the confrontation of winged beings. Evelyn rose into the blood‑red heavens. Below, Valenfort burned. Above, Alaric Seraphim spread wings of flame and rained destructive beams. Light and blood collided, exploding into thousands of shards. Evelyn struck Alaric’s plasma blade aside and counterattacked; her blood rose into black whips that coiled and lashed at his wings. “You don’t understand,” Alaric roared, voice thunderous. “Your blood is a disgrace to both worlds!”

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.

I’ll have a nasty mark tomorrow but I can walk if I’m careful. I make my way down the rest of the stairs, favoring my good leg, and kneel on the cold marble floor to gather everything that fell out of my bag. My hands won’t stop shaking and I drop my keys twice before I manage to get them back into the side pocket where they belong. I stand up and look back at the stairs, at the hallway above where his wing is, where I know he’s sitting in that studio surrounded by drawings of his dead sister. He heard me almost fall and he didn’t care enough to check if I was hurt.

I clutched my stomach, blood staining my fingers. Yaz's voice crackled through the comm, panic lacing his words. "Boss! Alexei! Are you okay?" I gritted my teeth, trying to regain my footing. Mikhail's laughter echoed, a triumphant melody in the midst of the turmoil. His aim had found its mark, a calculated strike to cripple me. "Alexei, damn it, answer!" Yaz's urgency filled the air. "I'm still standing," I growled through the pain. Mikhail's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, reveling in the perceived victory.

“It didn’t have to be like this. Why are you like this? We can live as one. Reconsider this and call off this militia before either side loses anymore lives.” “I would rather die here than live in your polluted land. You disgust me. Mixing lines and creating those abominations.” Bloodchild elbowed Bastion and pulled his sword back to stab Bloodchild in the side. He struck with fury. “If you want to expel of your blood allow me to help you.” He jumped up and slammed his hands against the pummel to drive the sword deeper.