Vael Unholy Blood Novels & Stories

Felt in my bones, in my blood, in the raw center of the curse that had ruined everything. A presence. A familiar, terrible presence. My breath locked in my lungs. No. Not here. Not now. The crowd split in panicked waves as something stepped through the trees—slow, careful, predatory. The cold morning light slid across familiar armor lined with black fur, across shoulders carved from stone, across a face I had once sworn I would never see again. Vael. He looked like winter carved into a man. Tall. Unmoving. Burning. His amber eyes swept the battlefield once and then found me. Locked onto me so fiercely my knees nearly buckled.

Malthea turned toward them, face grave. “You haven’t crossed the line yet. That comes next.” They fell silent. She began drawing a diagram in salt. “Valeria has joined with a cult that predates written language. They call themselves The Choir of Hollow Eyes. Their magic is blood-based, but they’ve corrupted it — spliced it with soul-anchoring and dream-channeling. You can’t fight this with guns alone.” Bain stepped out from the shadowed archway, arms crossed. “I don’t plan to fight it with just guns.”

The name tore out of me, jagged and raw. My sister was suspended in a glass stasis pod in the center of the room. Tubes snaked into her arms, pulsing with a sickly, rhythmic glow. Her blood—the Vaelis blood—was being sucked out, filtered through a machine that hummed with a low, predatory vibration. She looked like a ghost. Pale. Transparent. "Aradaa, watch out!" Kaelor roared. I didn't turn. I didn't need to. I felt the surge of heat in my chest—the nanotech, the "Pure-Blood" legacy Malrec had tried to steal. It didn't just hum anymore. It screamed. My vision turned a blinding, electric white.

,they all said in unison with their heads low. “Your Majesty,” Vaelra began, “you encountered the rogue. Humphrey.” “Yes,” I said carefully. “You both bled,” she continued. My hands curled at my sides. “It was an accident.” “Intentional or not,” Vaelra said, “the blood sealed it.” “Sealed what?” Riven’s voice cut through the space like steel. He stood to my right, a step behind, as he always did. His dark gaze didn’t leave the elders.

Hayley Hanson’s father was a member of the Blood Cult, and she was inflicted with the Blood Curse. Until now, she was still lying inside the coffin in the underground blood pool and wouldn’t wake up. To save her, Alex Rockefeller needed first to unlock the Blood Curse. “Do you know about the Blood Curse?” Alex asked. “Blood Curse? What is that?” Colton Lawrence asked. “You don’t know about the Blood Curse? In that case, you’re of no use to me,” Alex said while he raised his hand. Rays of Buddhist light started gathering above him. He was creating yet another hand symbol of Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation.

Rossa clenched her fingers tightly. “Their sharp teeth sank deep into my flesh. They locked their jaws and bit down so hard that fresh blood poured out. Then they jerked their heads and tore chunks of my flesh away. It felt even more horrifying than being skinned alive. I don't know... I can't even explain it properly with words.” A chill instantly ran down Robert's spine. The horrifying image formed in his mind, making his stomach churn with nausea and dread. “But it's fine. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm already used to enduring pain like this in your mansion.”

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged