The Blood Of Demons Novels & Stories

As I had asked, the shadow demon was still there, lurking in the corner. "Alright, let's do this," I said, walking over to him. Taking the needle out of the packaging, I glanced back at Daunte and smiled before turning my attention back to the shadow demon. "I free you from my bonds," I said as I drove the needle into my hand deep enough to allow enough blood to spew. The moment I did, the demon hovered around me, creating a black cloud-like blanket, and wrapped himself around me. I could feel the wind blowing before he whispered,

In an instant, the flower petals and leaf blades that had fallen into the mouths of the Manticore, Behemoth, and Hell Hounds exploded together and crushed the heads of the three demons in red blood splatters in the air which resembled red raindrops. The bodies of the three demons fell with a thud to the floor, and a bunch of carnivorous plants instantly tore apart the remains of the demon's carcass until it was formless. Blood spurted into the air like raindrops. Luckily the magic wall protected the survivors from the blood splatter. “Really… it's raining blood…” said Al at a loss for words.

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

Emerson looked worried about me being around all that blood, as though I would go berserk simply knowing all that blood was there. He quickly grabbed the vial of Arisa's blood and brought it back, obviously not wanting me to step further into the room. I blew out a breath before opening the small vial. The smell slowly traveled up to my nose. As a human the smell did not bother me much. I changed into my first stage demon causing the doctor to gasp and take a few steps back. I closed my eyes and kept my mouth closed so they would not see them change like I knew they would when the blood lust overcame me. Taking I deep breath I immediately noticed the difference. Her blood was not entirely hu

She is hardly controlling her. “If she consumes human blood, as I said her blood will become corrupted. I don’t know if you already heard about it or not, but halves are always powerful. Now think of the demon…” “Again that demon! What is it?”Venessa stops Nolan before completing his line. But then he didn’t mind and continued with his explanation, “Oh! The blood demon Orus! It seeks strong and pure blood. Or corrupted..actually both! It seeks blood mostly! Because that’s what makes it strong. So strong that it can destroy the whole of humanity and destroy this world. And that picture you saw isn’t something new. It can create attraction between people to make its product if there’s none.”

Sometimes he was home but most of the time he was on a different business trip. While we're having our dinner I noticed a stain on my brother's collar and it looked like blood, fresh blood. w*--* Trivia: Demons can be killed by iron as hellspawn.

"Blood of the Wise is a very rare wine, Your Highness. It's one of our collection, but we only have one..." Fear was evident on Orion's voice but he sounded like he was implying that he can't give it to us because it's the only one. "I'm willing to pay. How much?" Demitri got something on his pocket, a pouch of gold I suppose, and it fell down before Orion's feet. "We can give you more if you want. Just give us the wine," Prince David said.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”