Bloodmagic Stories

In the dim light of the forest, Leo and a group of desperate souls scoured the shadows, their hearts pounding with dread as the chilling whispers of the unseen echo in their ears. But what awaited them at the end of their frantic flight? Would the relentless pursuit lead them to salvation or to the very horrors they sought to escape?

The lords of Westeros thought the past was buried in the ash of the Red Keep. They believed the story had ended when Daenerys Targaryen, consumed by grief, burned King's Landing to the ground, only to be stabbed through the heart by Jon Snow-a brutal betrayal by the man she loved. They were wrong. The dagger in the dark didn't end the dragon; it only awakened an empire. Now, the western horizon brought the unmatched, terrifying might of the old Valyrian stronghold. At the vanguard flew Drogon, his volcanic fury renewed, flanked by the monstrous, emerald-green Jadefyre and a legion of dragons from House Belaerys. Riding the black dread was Daenerys herself. Stitched back together by ancient blood magic and backed by the empire of Sothoryos, the broken queen was gone. Clad in jewel-toned silks and gold-accented dragon-scale armor alongside Princess Vhaera, she looked like a goddess of ruin. As the shores of Westeros appeared, the air grew thick with ash. King's Landing was about to face the wrath of an ancient empire reborn, ready to take back with blood and fire what was stolen by treason.

Before you stands the Reborn Laughing Storm, the Legendary Dragonrider, the Supreme Pyromancer, the Superb Water Wizard, the Charismatic Wild Stag, the Breaker of Chains, the Destroyer of the Long Night, the Collector of Dragons, Wolves, and Roses, and the One True Sun across the Narrow Sea. What's that? Too many titles to keep track of? This is Gendry-the story of a blacksmith's rise to greatness. This is a fan translation of 权游：雄鹿的风暴 by 稚嫩的刀笔吏. If possible, please support the original author.

--- Isha Singhania is a brilliant lawyer, fiercely independent, and sharp as a knife-unaware that the world outside knows nothing of the power her family wields. Enter Shivay Shergill, the predator of the underworld: ruthless, cold, feared by all, a man whose smile is rare and whose wrath is lethal. He kills without hesitation, and no one dares cross him. But the moment he sees Isha, something he didn't expect sparks-a dangerous, possessive obsession that claws at him. He doesn't know she's a Singhania, one of the most powerful mafia families in the country, and that ignorance will make their collision inevitable... intense... and unstoppable. Isha, brushing past him in the office corridor: "Excuse me...?" Shivay, his gaze burning into hers, voice low and deadly: "I don't think I'll ever let you go jaan." ----

"I spent centuries hunting your kind," he whispered against her ear. "And yet... I don't remember killing you." *** On the eve of her twenty-second birthday, power has taken hold of Amelia, revealing itself only in fractured reflections and subtle distortions of a world she no longer understands. She cannot begin to fathom the nature of her transformation. But he can. Phoenix Knight has endured centuries bound to a curse he cannot escape. One that demands control and punishes weakness, leaving no room for mistakes. He knows, with absolute certainty, she should not exist. Yet she stands before him. A contradiction. A break in everything that was meant to end. Only through her can he hold the darkness in place. If she refuses... She will be the very first thing it destroys. (Vampire X Witch | Dark Romance | Enemies to Lovers)

*Hades x Persephone, but make it Inca.* Embittered and disillusioned with the gods she once loved, Illari Amaru swears to be their undoing. But how does a priestess kill a god? Leveraging her knowledge of ancient blood rites, human sacrifice, and forbidden magic, Illari discovers the one thing Supay (the trickster god of death) wants more than human souls--a chance to create life. Supay has no heart, so she bargains hers--help her kill the emperor of Tawantinsuyu in exchange for her life. Only, things don't quite go to plan. What happens when a mortal woman, hellbent on revenge, steals his heart? #1 in Latin America #2 in Gods of Mischief #3 in God of Death #6 in Blood Magic #5 in Persephone #4 in Ancient History #19 in Romantasy

𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇. 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇. 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 You two never messed about each other." Megumi and I exchanged glances. "Yeah." ⇀⇀⇀ You're the only female heir left of the Kamo clan who possess the Blood Manipulation technique. Your name is Y/n Kamo and you grew up in isolation, fear, and a single goal. Take revenge on the Kamo Clan for all they had done to you and your loved ones. You now attend Tokyo Jujustu High, along with your classmates Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki. You all grow close and form a life long friendship supporting each other endlessly to become the next strongest jujutsu sorcerer. With so much hatred and broken pieces inside you, you learn to that it's hard to hate life when there's so much beauty surrounding you. Everyday you come closer to your one goal. Of course unexpected surprises happen along the way, setbacks, friendships, and a specific ravenette with spiky hair resembling a sea urchin happens. This story is about your journey becoming a jujutsu sorcerer and how you came to lead one of the most strongest clans ever.

In a world where dungeons are born from nothingness and hunters stand between humanity and extinction, survival was never enough-it was only the beginning. After a catastrophe that changed her life forever, Serena sets foot on a path that shows no mercy. Together with four companions, each carrying scars invisible to everyone else, she forms a team destined to face threats far beyond dungeons and monsters. But the stronger they become, the more the truth behind their world begins to unravel. Dungeons that vanish without a trace... Powers that should not exist... And secrets buried for centuries are beginning to awaken once more. Will their strength be enough to face what lies ahead... Or is the approaching darkness something humanity was never meant to defeat?

In a world where magic shapes kingdoms and legends are born in fire and ice. In this world, fire and ice are more than elements, they are legacies. Reneesmee's Academy stands as a place where the next generation of warriors is tested. Among its halls, destinies intertwine, rivalries ignite, and powers both extraordinary and dangerous are awakened. Here, the balance of magic is fragile, and every choice can shift the course of history. Courage, ambition, and secrets collide in a story of legacy, power, and the price of greatness. ..................................... "I am Chantrea Hazel Cardinal-Psalms. I am not Fire, neither am I Ice. I am the moment they collide."

Princess Marla of Kaelavix was born cursed- betrayed, sold into slavery, and hunted by shadows that should have claimed her life years ago. But fate twists when she meets El, the mysterious healer who saves her, only to be accused of cursing him herself. As Marla fights for freedom, she uncovers secrets buried in the five lands: a brother thought dead, a kingdom long lost, and the truth behind the destroyed. At the heart of it all lies an ancient betrayal - her grandmother's first lover, who wielded Yggdrasil and the elk Däinn to bind her destiny. ✨A tale of forbidden Love, Royal intrigue, and a curse that runs deeper than blood. Mystery, Betrayal, and destiny collide in THE CURSE OF THE ELKS

In a world divided among 5 Kingdoms of Man and one of Elves, the Church of Blood and Lord rules all men and their God, Vilen, knows all. The world grows close to war on a scale not seen in centuries, as tensions between the human kingdoms of Talion and Dusk rise. Ash, a priest trainee of Vilen, is given the most dangerous task possible to prove his devotion to his Lord. A mission that will teach him his inner might, who he truly cares for, and the horror of this world. His faith shall be questioned and his world expanded as a strange voice begins to whisper in his head. Tisnah, the princess of Talion, will see a tragedy unfold before her very eyes. A path to peace will rest on her young shoulders as she must learn to live up to her title as princess and all the pain that will entail. A life of hard choices and regretful actions await her.

In a world where dragonlords rule through fire and blood, legacy is never inherited peacefully. It is taken, fought for, and sometimes burned into ruin. As old powers fracture and new ones rise, alliances are made in whispers and broken in silence. At the centre of it all is a bloodline marked by ambition, prophecy, and destruction, where love is never just love, and survival always demands a price. as you can see this is a fanfic on old Valyria! I will be releasing chapters regularly hopefully, if you like targaryens and you like descriptive writing, and dragons of course, please do check this out. it's my sort of rendition of how I picture old Valyria when it's thriving. please do read it!

Based on my experiences growing up in China and studying abroad in the U.S., this story explores my teenage years, when pressure slowly damaged my mental health, and how I later began to search for meaning in life. Alongside the narrative, there will be short information sections explaining social and cultural backgrounds in China before each chapter. I hope these help offer a clearer and more realistic image of China. I majored in a math-related field in college, and I only took a few literature classes out of interest, so any roughness in my English reflects that background.

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In a world where gods lie dead and dreams bleed into waking ruin, Silias-a forgotten soul cast into the nightmare realm of Godgrave-clings to one truth: he wants to live. Haunted by divine echoes, hunted by eldritch horrors, and marked by an Aspect no mortal should wield, Silias is no hero. He's prey-bloodied, broken, and crawling through a forest where even the Sovereigns dare not tread. But death doesn't claim him. Not truly. Each time he falls, the Spell whispers. Each time he breaks, something inside sharpens. And when he stumbles upon the black altar beneath the Harrowing Mountain, his blood awakens something ancient. Forgotten. Watching. This is not a tale of glory. This is the story of a scavenger who refused to die. A shadow-touched outcast who sacrifices everything just to survive the gods' graveyard. Prepare to descend. The Nightmare begins.

When the sea was never meant to share a world with Valyrian magic and dragons- where the children of the tides met the children of flame. One was shaped by restless waves and moonlit depths, the other by firestorms and winged shadows across the sky. Yet fate, cruel and curious, drew them together like the pull of the tide toward the burning sun. And when saltwater touched dragonfire, the world itself learned how to tremble. Neither A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE nor ONE PIECE belongs to me . Only the oc's presented in the story belongs to me . If you don't like it please don't read it because its just a hobby and my brain refused to shut down resulting in this idea being born. Story Cover made by AI (I know its might be bad sorry)

✔LATEST 2020 EDITION✔ ✳🌟🌟✳ ..If you can't be the perfect killer or the drunk sex addict, get ready to be opted out in a world of no mercy, where not even the most cleverest can survive but one of the tricky demi-god style. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N: Deep fantasy, assassin featured and Africa local Urban gods countenanced. Though it's really devastating to see a book end without a sequel (another volume), but sadly, this will be the only of it series. The only creditable news I can give you, is that the main character would be merged into another of my upcoming novel. A lot of African deities, that is high beings, would be featured. Such as Eledumare the God of gods and goddesses, sango the god of Thunder and fire, OYA the goddess of Storm and Waters, Egun the god of resurrection, Obatala the god of Ifa and the future seer, Ogun the god of iron, Olokun the goddess of healing, Esu the god of trickery and illusion and much more. Though, after brought into consideration by the crucial argument whether Esu was a god or just a messenger by some certain anonymous group of people, I would like to say in advance to prevent any future disagreement occurring that this is actually a fantasy novel and are of pure imaginations. AUTHOR'S WARNING!!! Dear Wattpadians, this warning goes mainly to those religious fanatics and extremists, who takes matters beyond the scope of sanity, to be conscious while reading that's this is a pure work of art and a brief inaccurate portray of the people's way of life. All fanaticism of verbal vandalism, especially in connection with religion, local traditions or politics should be avoided and directly reported to the author.

Middle of the night after finishing a successful experiment which government working on over five even after tight security with wizard forces somehow the experiment gets stolen.

A Dramione fanfiction. In an alternate universe where: There's no Voldemort, there are no death eaters. European Wizarding World is united in one empire, The Malfoy Empire. In this world, everything revolves around the caste system. Purebloods were the highest class, the half-blood were the middle class, and the muggleborns were the lowest class. Hermione owns a small clinic and hated the caste system. One day, Crown Prince Draco Malfoy invited her for tea out of the blue. He was cursed. And perhaps the best healer in the kingdom was his only hope, despite her blood status.

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