Vael Unholy Blood Novels & Stories

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

Beth said ‘Hmmm, which do you think he would choose?” Arnold asked “He’d probably summon all the universal Leviathans” Rachael said “No, he wouldn’t dare” Beth said “And why” Uzor asked “They would destroy him and this world because he has no power over them” Beth said “He is keeping the blood for Bazel” Arnold said “Yes, he keeps the blood so he can use it against Bazel after their dream victory” Beth said ‘I see, so Lucifer plans on using the blood against Bazel” Uzor said

she said after a beat. "I don't think either of us has a choice here. From what I have heard, you are under orders to take my life, and it doesn't seem like that is what you plan to do. Are you going to agree to work together or do you want us to keep being enemies and end up destroying each other?" Seraphine retorted bluntly. "I know you might not believe me, but I don't plan on killing you. I don't know what to do. Alwin is what people used to call a hybrid. Back in those days, mating between different creatures was very rare, but it used to exist. Alwin's father was a werewolf and his mother was a witch, so he has the blood of both a werewolf and a witch running through his veins. His mo

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

A swirl of black mist gathered near him, and a low, familiar chuckle vibrated in the air. “You’re not like them,” the voice purred. “You’re stronger. Why let them chain you to their idea of ‘balance’? The world is meant for those who seize it.” Kael’s fingers clenched. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” The mist coalesced into a half-formed face—Damon’s, but hollow, dark, and twisted. “I am what remains of Vaelor,” it said, eyes glowing red. “And you, child, are my heir.”

The bloodstained fabric lay across the war chamber table like a curse. Aurelia stared at the silver sigil burned into its center. Elegant. Ancient. Unmistakable. The crest of House Vaelaris, the royal bloodline her mother had belonged to. The bloodline she had been told was annihilated. Her fingers trembled as she reached for it, the moment her skin brushed the symbol, a sharp pulse shot through her palm, a vision slammed into her. A dark corridor, moonlight spilling across black marble. A woman’s voice, soft and urgent.

Elen shouted angrily, glaring at Violetta with a glare. Everything Elen said was a fact, for the past few years. Vampires often interfere and do not hesitate to kill witches, who are trying to protect Violetta. Because Violetta has holy blood flowing within her, which is what Edward-a vampire who always targets Violetta wants. Violetta was born on a rare red full moon which only happens once every 100 years, anyone born on a red full moon must have holy blood in their body. The vampires including Edward, always target the sacred blood so that it can become immortal and invincible.