Vael Unholy Blood Novels & Stories

Yutu glanced over at me and whistled. "You're going to freeze your scrawny self. Plus Noah needs his yearly blood from you. Are you going to make him stay here? That's so cruel of you sis," he laughed heartily and I grinned slightly thinking that maybe I should. Noah and I were blood bonded when our pack was attacked by soldiers from the golden blood project. A select few of us actually carry the gold blood in our veins. Both Noah and I, along with my mom, dad, and brother Yutu. Noah had gotten injured and needed some of my blood to heal. Because we were mates it bonded him to me and he needs to feed once a year or he'll go crazy like his grandfather Mortas. Mortas killed hundreds of humans

Whispers filled her mind — old voices, familiar and cruel. Daughter of the storm. Child of betrayal. You cannot unmake what you are. She clenched her fists, trying to silence them. “It’s the wards,” she muttered. “They’re feeding on fear.” “Then let’s give them something else,” Zevran said, drawing his blade. As they stepped into the shattered courtyard, a column of light split the clouds above. The Veil trembled. And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost.

Blood dripping onto stone. And a voice, faint and familiar, weaving through it all. Lyra. I froze. “Did you hear that?” Vale stiffened. “Yes.” The air rippled, and the light around us deepened to amber. Figures began to form — translucent, draped in old sigils, eyes glowing gold. Their presence filled the air with pressure and warmth that bordered on pain. “Vale…” I whispered. “What are they?” “The First Blood,” he said softly. “The ones who forged the bond. They shouldn’t be awake.”

Allies healed for 50% of enemy damage dealt. - **Flavor:** Violet blood falls from storm clouds; smells like copper and regret. **New Active 2: Blood Hurricane (Lv. MAX)** - **Cost:** 100,000 MP - **Cooldown:** 10 min - **Effect:** Summon 500m-radius blood tornado (Pulls enemies in; 10,000 slashing/bleed dmg/sec; Shreds immortality). Allies inside gain +200% speed/healing; launches them as projectiles. - **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods.

She collapsed in his arms, her claws still glowing crimson, her body trembling. Valthor laughed, his form fading. “You’ve claimed it. Now you’ll destroy everything.” He vanished, the Eclipseborn retreating into the shadows. The camp fell silent, the pack battered but alive. Lyra staggered to her feet, her face pale. Torin limped forward, his eyes grim. “What was that?” he growled. Aria’s voice shook. “The Blood Oath. It’s inside me.” Kael’s grip tightened, his eyes searching hers. “What does it mean?”

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

“Stop—he’s—” “This is getting annoying,” Kaid muttered, stepping forward with his claws drawn. “Any ideas!” Cameron shouted, his claws out. “How do we even hurt this thing?” “Ghosts are only affected by holy magic!” Fianna shouted back, her voice echoing through the chaos. “You could’ve led with that!” Lyra yelled, baring her fangs. “So, who knows holy magic.” Wanda flew upward, her wings blazing with golden light. “Then leave it to me!” She crossed her arms and chanted rapidly, the air around her swirling with divine energy. A beam of radiant light burst from her palms, striking Vaelen square in the chest.

The word was quiet, but it carried a deadly weight that made the air on the high tower turn instantly thin and boiling hot. "Yes, Sire," Selene said, stepping back half a pace from the raw heat rolling off my shoulders. "The Holy Church believes her bloodline is the key to eternal life. Vaelor knows the Vessel is in our fortress. He intends to drain her veins to fuel his holy magic." My mind drifted instantly to the small, quiet room adjacent to my bedchamber.

I can feel his rage, his protective fury, as if it's my own. And then he's there. He materializes from the shadows like something born from nightmare—tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in dark leather and a long coat that seems to be woven from smoke itself. His face is partially hidden by a black mask that covers the lower half, leaving only his eyes visible. Those eyes. Silver and burning with an unholy light. The soldiers freeze, and I hear one of them choke out a single word. "Bloodwraith." Kael doesn't speak. He just moves.

“Yes.” Hallie’s stomach tightened. Caleb unfolded the cloth on a flat stone. The writing had been done quickly, dark enough to read from several steps away. No crest. No mark Hallie recognized. No attempt to make the scrap look official. Only words. GRANT MONROE CARRIES VAEL BLOOD. WOLVES WHO TRUST HIM WILL LEARN WHAT THAT MEANS. Hallie read it through.