Unholy Blood Read Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

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.

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”

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.

Books about magic, energy manipulation, and bloodline secrets. I pulled out a thick, black book with silver decorations. The title read: 'THE VOLKOV LEGACY & THE STAR BLOOD PROPHECY'. My hands trembled as I opened it. I started reading. And what I found... made my blood run cold. It wasn't just about my parents. It wasn't just about defeating Malakor. The book explained that the Volkov family and my mother's family... we are descendants of ancient celestial beings who fell to earth thousands of years ago.

The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world. “These books are banned from several nations, to people like me they hold no power to cast spells and but with a sorceress like you…” He trailed off and smiled. “You are strange,” Elira spoke her mind, scrutinizing the man. He laughed heartily, basking in her comment like his greatest compliment. “Makes both of us, my lady.” He opened up another book written in an unfamiliar language and underlined some phrases. “Breathe in the words, hold it, and speak what you see.”

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

The pulse of the dream, the battlefield, the blood, the Book of Chaos, had awakened within him. In his hands, it appeared. The Book of Chaos hovered above his palms, pages slick with shadowy blood, pulsing, alive, reacting to his every heartbeat. His lips parted, voice rasping with a hunger that set even angels on edge. “Everything… blood… death… I want it all…” Raine stumbled backward into Alexander's arms, Lilith gasped, and even the Archangels froze under the weight of a primordial power filling the room. Especially Zadkiel, Michael and Gabriel who saw the book, their eyes widened as they all looked at it.

"Anything about the bodies. The draining. The empty wolves." "That's very specific." "The killer is specific." She pulled a book from the shelf and opened it and the pages were yellow and the ink was faded and the binding was cracked. She held it up to the candlelight and squinted at the words. "Blood rites," she read. "The art of draining life force for power." "That sounds promising." "It sounds terrifying." She sat on the floor and crossed her legs and Ember curled in her lap. I sat across from her and watched her read. Her brow furrowed and her lips moved silently and her fingers traced the lines of text.

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.