Venus Blood Ragnarok Novels & Stories

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

Makaria said and my eyes widened even more in shock. "What?" I asked. "She sacrificed herself because she had lived long and wanted her brother to finally have his happy ending," Makaria said, a hint of sadness in her tone. She really had a soft spot for Leona and Rayla. "Ragnar has moved on from Grace, he loves you, Sasha," Makaria said and I sadly looked down at my lap. "Any more questions?" She asked and I nodded. "Ragnar turned my family into a vampire when he was like 138 years old or something, for that, his blood was needed. How is that possible without his blood?" I asked.

His gaze rested on her, patient and unnerving. “What is it you wish to ask, Luna Mira?” She inhaled, steadying herself. “My husband once told me of something… the cursed blood. The one powerful enough to wipe out an entire pack.” Riven regarded her in silence. Then, a single word… calm and cold. “Yes.” Her pulse quickened. “I also heard that when combined with metal, it becomes even deadlier… that it can kill not only gods, but others below them.” A small, almost subtle nod. “You heard correctly.”

***Liliana’s POV*** I can’t believe the sight in front of me, Raven is now a large blood colored lycan tearing Orin apart. She greedily drinks from him her aura slipping into every enemy vampire surrounding us, bringing them to their knees as they begin to bleed from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

Venus added, invoking the name Selene had given him at his birth—a name tied to the divine essence of the moon and stars, carrying the promise of greatness and balance. Selene moved gracefully, her silken robes brushing against the polished floor. She extended her palm, and with a swift motion of her free hand, a small, ceremonial blade appeared. It glowed faintly with a light not of this world. With deliberate precision, she ran the blade across her palm. Instead of red, her blood emerged a luminescent silver-blue, glistening like liquid stardust. The room grew still as the divine ichor dripped into the intricate magical sigil Venus had inscribed on the floor.

Stella wasn’t safe. Ragnar clenched his jaw and turned toward the approaching horde. His heart pounded as rage bled into fear. If Thorne had gone down, then Bloodveil would fall next. Ragnar squared his stance, his eyes burning. He’d take the rest of them down himself if he had to. Then he’d find Collin. And he’d rip the smug bastard apart with his own teeth. He dropped his body low to the ground, taut with tension, a growl building in his chest as the first shapes appeared over the hill…

"I am doing everything in my power to find the cure." Ragnar takes a step forward, his eyes blazing. "And yet your mother and sister remain in their cages, wasting away day by day.” Ragnar shook his head in disappointment. "The diviner has revealed that the cure is in Blood Moon Pack. If the diviner said so, then it must be true." Derek's frustration turned to anger. "The diviner? You trust the diviner more than your own son?" Ragnar's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone, boy."

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.

Now I knew I was about to die in the room being torn apart by a pack of Werewolves. Terror filled me as the pain of gnawing teeth ripped through my flesh. I could do nothing because while in my creature's form I couldn't flash myself way. As I fell close to unconsciousness, I heard the shattering of bones and howls of pain. I blinked past the blood flowing into my face, but it wasn't my blood. The room was full of Vampires. I saw Ran sink Vampire fangs into the back of a Werewolf. Not too long ago Ran was running with these very same Werewolves, and now he was doing everything in his power to save me from them.

He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out. "You're ours in every single reality, Princess," Ronan groaned, his voice ragged as he bit down brutally on my shoulder. His venom joined Vane's, mixing together in my bloodstream, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "In every universe, in every timeline, you are ours. Ours. Ours. OURS."