Unohana Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

"The moment the load hits seventy percent, the cooling system will start a feedback loop. The more power they feed it, the faster it will fail." "Good," Toby said, pulling me toward the shadows. "Because we have company." Above us, on the glass walkway of the Silo Hotel, a figure appeared. It wasn't a guard. It was an Enforcer, but different from the ones in the Cradle. This one moved with a fluid, terrifying grace, her eyes not just violet, but a deep, burning crimson. "The Weaver’s Prodigy," the Enforcer vibrated. The sound didn't come from her throat; it echoed off the metal and glass around us, a surround-sound threat. "You think you can hide in the salt, Lisa? The ocean is just another

She was vomiting blood! Her mate’s mistress had humiliated her, leaving her seething with anger and a desire to retaliate. But amidst the fury, she felt helpless, aware she might be nearing death. Kaliyah’s body collapsed to the ground, blood still gushing from her mouth, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe. Life was slowly slipping away. In that moment of despair, she again saw him, not a god, but someone akin to one - breathtakingly beautiful yet exuding an aura of darkness and mystery that surpassed any deity.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

She had no idea I was her mate, and that's because she's an omega wolf, which makes it even more ridiculous. The next day, I asked my men about her, and they told me everything there is to know about my mate. Indeed, she was living a pathetic life. According to the prophecy, I need the help of a powerful Luna. She's nothing like a powerful Luna and definitely not the woman I seek, so why bother with her. “Alpha, why aren't you sleeping? It's way past midnight.” I raised my head up to Derek, who was staring at me with a suspicious gaze.

Hana gestured as her aura sucked back in on itself. I could tell Scrivens was equally terrified and fascinated. He knows Hana is the human Bloodmoon Princess and the Hunter faction leader of TMA. None of that would equate to the kind of power she momentarily radiated. Luckily, it was just her aura. From what we’ve been able to see and determine during heightened moments of rage, Hana becomes… well a Kitsune. Albert laughed his ass off the first time it happened when some vampire was disrespectful when we’d shown up to clean up their mess. Kitsunes were Kyou’s greatest fear and something Albert had used in Kyou’s final moments to torment him before letting Logan finish him off.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

Get all of the wolves who can't shift into the dungeon, so they won't get hurt, I ordered. Giving me one last conflicted glance, Noah yipped and took off into the forest. I continued clawing and tearing into flesh, ripping out throat after throat. Blood was being spilled everywhere from both sides, but to my surprise, I wasn't disgusted by it. Kira loved the feeling of killing our enemies. They needed to pay for what they did to me, our pack, our allies, and our mate.

Blood stained her robes. She slowly lifted a trembling hand and touched my cheek. "...Homura..." "I'm here." "I'll get help." "No..." She shook her head weakly. "It's too late." Tears blurred my vision. "Who did this?" Her cloudy eyes searched mine. "They came before sunrise..." "They wanted our blood." My heart sank. "They took everyone they could..." "Those who resisted..." Her gaze drifted toward the bodies surrounding them. "...they slaughtered." She coughed violently. "There were hunters..." She paused, struggling for breath. “and men dressed as merchants."

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.