Yushiro Blood Demon Art Novels & Stories

All this while, they had thought the bloodline of Kayla had all died. Lucan came back into view, He stood alongside Arthur and Beatrice. “Emmett, you have what you seek for.” He gestured with his hands at Rose. “She is the last bloodline of your former lover, Kayla.” Emmett looked at Lucan with hooded eyes. Lucan swore not to be scared of his fellow alpha, even if he was superior to him. “I'm far too gone to do anything right now, she has my blood running through her veins. She's the second most powerful werewolf. She may not know our wolf traditions but you all know we're now bounded by blood, which makes us mate.”

Yoshiro immediately let her go and she ran away from him. Yoshiro touched his lips and saw the blood on his fingers. He was angry yet he smiled, “You bitch! No one drew a spot of blood from Ishida’s and you made me bleed. Well, I love a wild cat. I think you must be amazing in bed. Let me try you once, come here kitty.”

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

As I had asked, the shadow demon was still there, lurking in the corner. "Alright, let's do this," I said, walking over to him. Taking the needle out of the packaging, I glanced back at Daunte and smiled before turning my attention back to the shadow demon. "I free you from my bonds," I said as I drove the needle into my hand deep enough to allow enough blood to spew. The moment I did, the demon hovered around me, creating a black cloud-like blanket, and wrapped himself around me. I could feel the wind blowing before he whispered,

Layla inquired. Atreus nodded. "Who is he?" she asked, taking a sip of the burning amber liquid. "Ravana is a vampire demon. The ruler of our kind," Atreus said quietly. Layla's eyes went wide as she watched Atreus nurse his drink. "Like he is the king of vampires?" she asked. "I suppose you could say that," he said with a shrug. "Is he the being you told me about, the only one that can create vampires?" she asked next.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

Hiro declared, charging forward. Xarath growl and charged forward. The two met at once and with his arms stretch forward to grab Hiro's neck, the demon discovered to his utmost horror that his hands weren't were they ought to be at, somehow Hiro has cut off his arms without him knowing. He saw the sword he was just seeing right now in Hiro's hands began transforming back to Tyranox— the dragon— and before he could process what to do next. The final blow came when Hiro plunged one of his hands into Nevera's heart, channeling all his energy into it and rip out of his heart. Giving it to Timeless who ate it.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

Damien surprised him by saying, "Okay, but draw it softly. So he won't feel too much pain." Ronald stared at him in shock. Did the living Yama literally just tell him to be gentle? The world must be ending. Damien interrupted his thoughts. "What are you waiting for? Draw the damn blood." Ronald quickly complied, trying his best to be as gentle as possible. But as he drew the blood, its dark shade caused his expression to change to one of deep concern. Damien, who had been observing closely, noticed the shift. With his heart in his mouth, he asked, "What's wrong?"

I collapsed to the ground, clutching my chest, unable to breathe. Ryoushin stood between me and the monster, grabbing it by the throat. The tattoo on his arm writhed, twisting like a living snake squeezing the demon tight. Red liquid flowed into the creature’s body, glowing like molten lava. “G-give him to me. He’s mine,” the demon hissed, voice chilling me to the bone. Tears poured down my face uncontrollably. The monster exploded like a bomb, its body turning to smoke and fading into the wind.