Vael Unholy Blood Novels & Stories

Violet Grayson was a good choice and was a fair council member. "I'm not part of the wolves any longer, Eva," I mumbled softly and she whimpered. I was startled when Noah and Faelon suddenly appeared in the dark room with me. "Lucifer said that Faelon can help hold back the bloodsuckers with his blue bolts while we get your boyfriend out of the iron maiden but we cannot kill any of them because technically he broke his blood oath and is serving his punishment," Noah grunted and I frowned. "Whatever, let's just save Lucian okay?" I growled sternly. Faelon eyed me and nodded his head.

Alexis spread her arms, and closed her eyes for a moment on there right now. “Ego Alexis Calder. Hominibus puro sanguine in corpore toto. Purus lamia venator sanguis. Auxilium tuum peto venatores lamia in circuitu mundi. Ubicumque es, modo ad me veni. Auxilium tuum mihi opus est contra bellum cum lamis malis. Huc veni, quaeso, venatores lamia circum orbem. Adiuva me ut perficiam propositum vitae meae ut mala lamia ex hac terra deleam. Ponere posse stateram vitae nostrae, sicut venatores lamiae, boni lamiae, et homines. Ego Alexis Calder, venator vampire sangui- nis. Iterum te rogans, venatores lamia in circuitu mundi ad me veni et adiuva me ut hoc bellum vincas. Veni. et veni...” Alexis mutt

Emilia’s gun was already drawn, eyes fixed on Jace’s body, waiting for movement, half-hoping he was dead, half-fearing he wasn’t. And then it came. The blood didn’t spread. It climbed. Not from the wound, but from the vault itself. Black veins of liquid rose through the floor, coiling like roots beneath a storm, slithering up the stone and pooling around Jace’s body as if pulled by magnetism. The vault wasn’t just watching anymore. It was responding. “He wasn’t the target,” Emilia said, voice tight. “No,” Alessio murmured. “He was the sacrifice.”

"That belongs to the House of Sorn. Blood priests. All thought dead." "They’re not," Kael snapped. “And we need to find out how they got past our defenses." My skin still burned. I had tried washing it, smearing it with salves, even old magic… but the sigil remained. Feeding. Breathing. Tethered to something ancient and malicious. Kael called for the archives to be opened. We hadn't touched the lower chambers since the Vault’s rise, but now we descended again—me, Kael, Caleb, and an elder scribe named Mireen.

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

--- Hunters’ Headquarters Security Level A. Deep beneath Valenfort, Alaric Graves stood before a massive machine sheathed in silver. Ancient vampiric script was engraved along its flank: Seraphim The Flame of the Holy Blood. An elderly engineer, hands trembling as he wired the energy conduits, said, “Sir… Seraphim has never been tested. It… it uses anti‑matter holy energy. If activated, not only vampires but humans with mixed bloodlines will” “Silence.” Alaric cut him off coldly. “This world has gone past its limit. If I must burn the city to end the cursed line, I will.”

“Please approach the chalice, Rowyn Vale. Use the blade to make a small incision on your palm. Let three drops of blood fall.” I nodded, swallowing hard. My fingers trembled as I gripped the ceremonial blade, and sliced a shallow cut into my palm. One drop. Two. The third drop hit the liquid, and the entire damn room hissed. The chalice exploded in purple light, deep and swirling like someone poured a galaxy into it. Smoke curled into the air, and I blinked fast when glowing letters started forming above it, horrifyingly clear. Vaelryn. Godkiller Heir. 13 Magics.

“He only herds them. He cannot fully control them. But if he finds the formula inside that archive… your uncle could do anything.” A chill instantly crawls down my spine. “We cannot let Uncle Garson open that room, Dorian,” I say. “Relax. He won’t be able to do it. Not without you, Maeve. Because only Sacred Blood can open that door.” “What is Sacred Blood?” Alaric asks while looking between Dorian and me. “Oh, you didn’t know, Sword Bearer? Your Maeve carries silver blood known as Sacred Blood. She is the only remaining key left in this world.”

Veins of crimson light pulsed beneath it like a heartbeat. Killian felt his own pulse sync to its rhythm. “You feel that?” he asked. “That’s him,” Daryl said. “The First.” Killian frowned. “The first what?” Daryl’s gaze was fixed on the door. “The first Vael. The one who bound our blood to shadow and magic. The one Varrow’s been feeding with every drop he’s stolen.” They stepped closer. Symbols along the arch flared at their approach, and the crimson light brightened, flooding the stairwell with an eerie glow. Killian’s breath caught.

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"