Unholy Blood Book Novels & Stories

Beth said ‘Hmmm, which do you think he would choose?” Arnold asked “He’d probably summon all the universal Leviathans” Rachael said “No, he wouldn’t dare” Beth said “And why” Uzor asked “They would destroy him and this world because he has no power over them” Beth said “He is keeping the blood for Bazel” Arnold said “Yes, he keeps the blood so he can use it against Bazel after their dream victory” Beth said ‘I see, so Lucifer plans on using the blood against Bazel” Uzor said

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

“Who’s the whore now, Haverley? You are! Oh, fuck yeah, moan my name you fucking sick fuck! I’m going to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat like the fucking whore you are. When I’m done here I might feed you my dick again, maybe in your ass, huh? Would you like that, whore? Do you want my cock in your ass?” Hudson sped up his thrusts, in and out, in and out, as Haverley gagged and tried to breathe but Hudson didn’t slow down, he just kept thrusting. The blood from Haverley’s mouth coated Hudson’s cock and he gripped his shoulder tighter. “The blood’s a nice touch, my little whore. Daddy approves.” Hudson’s cock was now completely submerged in Haverley’s mouth and he jerked his hips for

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

Might as well read through what Marcus brought her and try to distract herself. As she sorted through the books and made a list of what she wanted to read first, she found a small leather book with no title or decoration. She opened it, and discovered the pages were handwritten. There was no title, no author listed. The handwriting was very neat, but it was a calligraphy style she wasn't entirely familiar with. She was able to read the first few words, but it took some time to decipher. The opening lines read, "What follows is a close examination of the properties of Blood Magic and how to perform such works. This instruction is most important for the Children of Lilith, and it can only be u

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside