Venus Blood Ragnarok Novels & Stories

The moment the blood began to flow, she held her wrist to his mouth, forcing the liquid into his mouth, desperate for it to work. Veyra's heart raced as she poured her blood into Rune's mouth, her pulse quickening with each desperate second. The air around them seemed to tighten, and the world grew still—her sole focus was on him. Her blood was powerful, infused with the essence of the Moon Goddess, and it was all she had to give. But would it be enough? His body twitched in her arms, the poison threatening to overtake him, but she refused to let go. "Come on, Rune," she whispered, her voice barely a breath as her blood mingled with his.

Valkyrie The beast’s eyes—once a warm, molten amber—now glowed crimson, locked onto me with predatory intent. Ragnor’s massive form towered over the clearing, his claws dripping with the blood of Tasya’s brother. His snarl vibrated through the earth, primal and unhinged. “Ragnor, please—” I choked out, stumbling backward, desperate to reach his consciousness. But he didn’t falter. He lunged.

Clara watched the screen in a daze. In the video, Ragnor was in the hospital's blood bank. He took the bags of blood and gulped them down like it was water. One of the medical staff, a nurse walked in unexpectedly. He moved at the speed of light and grabbed her before she could leave and bit the side of her neck. She dropped to the ground and he went back to the bags of blood. His eyes were blood red. His eyes returned to emerald green and with the speed of light, he left the room before anyone else entered. "I am afraid your fiancee is what we call a vampire and you are in danger staying around him," Dr Matthew said to her.

He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck. Annabelle turned staring vaguely at him, her eyes still bleeding black tears. Frenger fell conscious but paralysed and so did Oden before he tried to strike. The crowd began to scream each rushing out, in search of safety. Annabelle grabs Vanessa's neck staring deeply into her eyes " Annabelle!" Richard calls out lightly, his voice spelling despair. He gave her a pained stare his lips pressed tightly against each other. He wanted her to stop, he didn't want to oppose her. He would not, he could not.

To Alpha Zayn of the Bloodfang Pack, You are invited to the celebration of my birthday feast. Attendance is expected. — Alpha Darius Blackthorn My grip tightened on the parchment. The timing of this… Susanne’s eerie white gaze shifted from the brute to me. “Perhaps your answer lies there.” I crushed the invitation in my fist, my jaw clenching. If Darius had anything to do with witches… and with Rora being targeted… then this wasn't just some mere party at all.

He groaned and shifted slightly, blinking a few times until his vision cleared. Then he remembered. The Enterprise. The attack. The darts. The dark room. Ragnar. Lance’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes searching the room. And then he saw him. Ragnar was sitting against the opposite wall, hands still tied behind his back, head slightly tilted forward. At first, Lance thought he was just unconscious again. Then he saw the blood. His eyes widened instantly. Blood was running down the side of Ragnar’s head, thick and dark, starting from somewhere in his hairline and trailing down past his temple, over his cheek, and dripping from his jaw onto his shirt. There was a lot of it. Too much.

"My mother is the one who created this dark web of secrets. She killed your mother, she locked your wolf away, and she hid our true blood connection from the entire realm. I hate what my mother did just as much as you hate her. I look in the mirror every day and feel disgusted that her evil blood runs through my veins." My words hung in the quiet air of the room. Ravenna slowly turned her head back around, looking directly into my eyes for the first time since I had walked into her quarters. The cold anger in her eyes softened slightly, replaced by a quiet, lingering sadness. "I know," Ravenna whispered, her voice cracking as she wiped a single tear from her cheek. "I know it is not your fau

I would not want her to suffer like me. Rovell, the lightning wielder, electric shocks my body every fucking day. He was the culprit that extracted all of my fangs like a mad dentist. Every nerve ending moved like wrecking balls inside of me. It broke my twin connection with Venus, which was the sole hope I clung to lead Valen here.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

“Maya.” The name carried weight in “She’s the reason the balance falters,” Valentina mused, swirling a goblet of crimson liquid in her hand. “Wolf. Siren. Vampire. A tribrid. The kind of power the world hasn’t seen in centuries.” “She’s also just a girl,” I snapped, harsher than I intended. My fangs ached at the memory of her scent—wild and sweet, undercut with a sharpness that called to the predator in me.