Unholy Blood Book Novels & Stories

Raking my hands through my hair, I thought of what could be the solution to this. Nymeria replied, “This book reeks of dark magic. I really have nothing powerful enough to kill something as unholy as this.” I looked up at the night sky which was dark and cloudy. “Please moon Goddess, please help us” I murmured while clasping my hands together, offering a prayer to the moon Goddess. Wait. Unholy. Dark magic was unholy. So we had to find something holy. I whirled to Nymeria, “We need to use holy water or something”

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

I close the old book and read the inscriptions on the grimoire dark green cover. 'BLOOD IS KEY.' They weren't just inscriptions. They were instructions. Immediately I understood what I needed to do. I pricked my thumb with my ear ring and poured droplets of my blood on the blank pages and I was shocked by what happened next. The previously blank pages were no longer empty. Suddenly writings in crimson blood formed filling up all the pages. Dixie was right, they weren't hidden, just waiting for me to discover.

His dick pulsed within me as I breathed deeply and evenly. His hand gripped my neck, tightening around it. “Don’t make a sound, Deirdre.” He said darkly. I gulped and bit back further noise. He loosened his grip, and I took a deep, shuddering breath. My body trembled violently as he pumped into me. My head reeled; it felt as if I was falling off balance, losing touch with reality as he continued to fuck me without a care. Like I was some fucking animal.

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

A sharp piece of the broken plate had cut through her hand, and she was bleeding. "Oh Jeez! Poor girl." Chloe muttered, shaking her head. Angel's eyes were glued to the blood that was dripping, unable to take her eyes off it as each drop of blood whispered, "Drink me." Her body burned and longed for the blood, as she hadn’t fed for a while. She waged an internal battle, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to rush towards the injured girl and sink her fangs into her flesh, draining her completely dry.

It was even bigger than the one at the mansion, filled with scrolls and books written in languages that my mind somehow understood instinctively. I found a thick book bound in dragon skin. The title read: "The Powers of the Pure Blood." I opened it eagerly. "The Pure Blood is the source of all life. Their blood can heal, but it can also destroy. When their emotions reach the peak, their true form awakens... The Crimson Eyes." "However, there is a price. Great power attracts great darkness. The Eclipse Cult seeks to use the Pure Blood to open the Gate of the Abyss. If the gate opens, all souls will be consumed..."

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc