World Painted Blood Slayer Novels & Stories

Just a slow decline that would eventually prove fatal. And this time, there would be no doppelganger to sacrifice herself. No Lyanna to absorb the curse. Just two innocent babies and a Luna who’d watch them fade, powerless to stop it. Poetic justice for all the children the Wolf Slayer had orphaned. I pulled back deeper into the shadows as patrol wolves passed nearby. They were on high alert after the battle, but they were watching for external threats. No one suspected the danger was already inside. In the medical wing, recovering from “injuries” sustained in the fight.

About one month passed by. One day Madarshi suudenly out of the blue told me, “Brother, let’s go.” I asked him where to and he replied, “We’re going to Japan to carry out our first mission as devils. And our target, it’s the ‘agent scum’ of Japan.” Then I remembered about the agent scum. Mr. Jihad gave that name to those who took orders from any of the five great nations and carry out that order. No one knows the identity of the ‘agent scum’ and because of them a lot of innocents died in the World War III and people are still suffering. Madarashi had recognized them as his first enemies for elimination. But then I asked how he will find out the identity of that agent scum and in reply he sai

The healer stiffened, her lips parting as her body went rigid. Her eyes glowed white, the world around her fading into nothingness. She gasped as visions flooded her mind, overwhelming and consuming. The first scene struck her with a violent force. War. The land was a field of carnage. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the screams of the dying. Wolves in their beastly forms tore through enemies, claws raking, fangs ripping flesh apart. Steel clashed, arrows rained, and the ground was so saturated with blood that it gleamed under the pale moonlight.

Up close, her presence felt overwhelming not violent like the Devourer, but suffocatingly calm. Control. Manipulation. “You protect wolves,” I said. “Why attack them?” Her eyes darkened. “I protect the world from what wolves have become.” Before I could respond, she lifted a hand. Silver threads wrapped gently around my wrist. I gasped as visions flooded me Ancient wars. Wolves slaughtering each other. Kings driven mad by power. Entire lands burning beneath crimson moons. Then A figure glowing with golden light. A Blood Heir. Destroying everything.

​The sky over The Cradle turned the color of dried blood. The Primordial was no longer content with subversion; as soon as the population’s worship reached a fever pitch, the entity initiated the harvest. ​The marble palaces began to dissolve into black dust. The false heroes, the Luminous Keeper and her armored companion, stood frozen as their reality cannibalized itself. The people who had cheered for them now screamed, their voices rising in a discordant chorus as the atmosphere began to burn away.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “He saved me.” “Maybe. But people who can do that kind of thing so easily… they usually aren’t just nice strangers.” I rubbed my face. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll be careful.” “I will.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Because the second I closed my eyes that night, all I could see was Dmitri—blood on his knuckles, eyes like winter, voice low and rough when he said my name. And I wasn’t scared.

] [Repaid: 15. Then, I unfolded a map. My gaze drifted north, all the way from Southridge, past so many cities and states, until it finally settled on Winterford. More than 2,000 kilometers away. A city of ice and snow. Far enough. I closed the map, pulled out a practice test, and dove back into solving problems like my life depended on it.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”