World Painted Blood Slayer Novels & Stories

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

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.

Then Cammie studied my face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she said and looked away. "Cam, tell me why Jacques called you a drudge girl?" "Oh, you really don't know what that means? That's one of the reasons I wanted to gut that girl like a fish!" Cammie said distastefully, but when she saw my blank expression, she heaved a sigh, "Well, drudges are human slaves who serve vampires. They follow and listen to whatever their masters tell them to, and they even provide their own blood to them. I have read that in the vampire stories."

Its blue light glimmered in her eyes the light of truth… and damnation. “No. We’ll stop them. Whatever it takes.” Lucien lifted his gaze, voice low and fierce. “Then prepare yourself, Evelyn Cross. From this moment on… Valenfort will drown in real blood.” Lightning split the heavens. From the ruins of Astra, a colossal shadow rose a being of blood and darkness, wings unfurled, screaming into the storm: “THE AGE OF BLOOD BEGINS.”

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

"Yes, look, everyone, the king of the werewolves and the king of the vampires shake hands, finally ending this hateful war. In their hands now lies the path to peace. In their hands is the freedom of all hybrids. Long live King Aethelwulf King and Vlad Blood. Long live princes Julius King and Romeo Blood. Long live the newest heir, Richard Blood-King. Glory to the Moon Goddess, the three gods, and the Goddess Gaia and her consort.” Skyler was confused. “Sky, Skyker, listen to me.” – the voice continues. – I know your head is empty, but it’s time to wake up and go home. The products that took you to this place were only used in dreams. Stretch your hand.” Instinctively, Skyler obeys, and the

I stepped back instinctively, but more blood spread across the endless surface until the entire dream realm became crimson beneath me. And then the visions began. I saw wolves tearing into one another across burning battlefields. Bodies everywhere. Entire kingdoms collapsing beneath flames. The sky itself split apart by storms of silver lightning. Creatures darker than anything I had ever seen crawled across dead lands, their bodies twisted unnaturally as if stitched together by forbidden magic. I saw women screaming. Children running. Rivers filled with blood. And standing at the center of it all Me. My breath caught painfully. I stood upon a ruined throne platform wearing silver armor stre

“I heard you are pregnant? One month? Two? It’s not visible yet so I wonder. I suggest you should just kill that child. Its father is dead, after all. You can bear mine instead.” I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. How dare he tell me to kill my child! How dare he! He should die today. His blood should spill in my hands. There is no forgiving for someone as evil as him. I flew towards him. The blade of my sword collided against his. Using my other hand, I gave him a heavy blow in his chest. He took a step backward and smirked as if it didn’t affect him even a bit. Another sword formed in his hand, now he’s holding two—both have miasma of evil.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.