Bloodmagic Stories

Nicolette James never wanted vampires. She wanted her mother to live. In a world where humans sit at the bottom of an old and merciless supernatural hierarchy, survival has a price, and Nicolette has already paid more than most people could stomach. Her rare blood makes her valuable to vampire society, but value is not the same as safety. To the lords who invite her into candlelit manors and polished ballrooms, she is luxury, status, appetite, and leverage wrapped in human skin. Then Lord Cyrus Ashbourne notices her. Beautiful, controlled, aristocratic, and dangerous in ways quieter men rarely are, Cyrus is everything Nicolette has learned to fear: powerful, old-world, possessive, and bound to a society that treats humans as assets before people. He does not pretend to be her savior. He does not offer freedom. What he offers is protection under his name, a place in his household, and the kind of contract that may be a lifeline or merely a prettier cage. Taken from rural Georgia into the disciplined, glittering cruelty of vampire high society, Nicolette must learn the rules of a world where manners can be threats, generosity can be ownership, and desire is never separate from power. Every room has a hierarchy. Every favor has teeth. Every touch means something. This is a story of blood, class, hunger, survival, and the dangerous intimacy that grows when a human woman who refuses to break is placed in the hands of a vampire lord who cannot afford to want her too much. Dark, sensual, elegant, and brutal, this book follows Nicolette as she navigates the line between being protected and being possessed-and discovers that in a house full of monsters, the most terrifying thing may not be cruelty. It may be care.

When the Sixteenth Dawn rises over Ravenmoor, the ward‑stones breathe-and Elara Veyne hears a second heartbeat under her own. A prophecy carved in blood binds hunter and Sovereign, law and desire, past and the girl who refuses to be chosen. As blackouts ripple through town and old ruins begin to exhale, Elara follows a trail of torn pages and waking stones to a truth buried beneath red snow: mercy can be a blade, and some doors only open for blood freely given. To save the people she loves, she must face the thing the wards were built to hide-an ancient gate that remembers her name, and a boy with silver‑violet eyes who is either her ruin or her way through the dark.

"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)

After the death of her estranged grandmother, Líorria Faul is summoned from her bleak life in the capital of Salvareth back to Kinsend, a remote village perched at the edge of the world, and a past she never meant to face again. Her inheritance is no gift. The apothecary her grandmother left behind is crumbling, buried in debt and bound by a deadline Líorria cannot outrun. If she can't settle what is owed before the Solstice, her only chance at a better future will vanish with it. As Líorria reconnects with old friends, forges uneasy alliances and uncovers the secrets her grandmother kept buried, something else begins to stir in the nearby Netherbough Forest. Magic Líorria believed long dead is awakening in her blood, and the forest knows it. In Kinsend, legacies never stay buried. And destiny always collects its due. **** Copyright © G.B. Fitzwilliam 2025 No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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.

Talented yet troubled detective, Jung Wooyoung finds himself in way over his head when his latest case collides with a world beneath the mundane that should not exist. Even stranger, is the mysterious, and possibly dangerous man at the centre of it all claiming Wooyoung's connection to this "underworld" runs deeper than the young detective realises. Can Wooyoung trust the ambiguous and disdainful San? Or should he have instead trusted his instincts from the beginning concerning the man...who may or may not be human. Either way, Wooyoung isn't left with a choice but to work with the arsehole when an attack leaves him with a powerful branding that, if left unchecked, could corrupt Wooyoung's soul and run rampant across the human realm. - urban fantasy au - 18+ - Content/themes/triggers will be posted in the introduction chapter

They tried to contain her. Perhaps they should have just killed her. Mara Averill was the type of problem vampires liked to solve quietly-a rare bloodline that should be catalogued, restricted, and locked away under the laws that govern monsters pretending to be civilized. Instead, she was claimed. Now, magic gathers at her command without force. And the blood that should make her prey is turning predators into something far more dangerous- devoted, and neither King Dominic, nor Lucien are prepared for what she is becoming. Mara does not burn out of control. She learns and adapts, finally beginning to understand exactly how power moves through a system that was never meant to let her exist. And when she is taken- they will learn what it means to lose something they were never meant to touch. ⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️ This story contains: Violence, blood, and supernatural injury Abduction, restraint, and power imbalance Vampire feeding and blood-related themes Explicit sexual content Addiction-related themes Coercive situations and intense predator/prey dynamics Psychological distress and mature themes This work of fiction is very much intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

*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

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)

What Time Is It? Summer Time! EJ, Gina, Ricky, and the other wildcats leave the hallways of East High for the ultimate summer at sleepaway camp, complete with campfires, summer romances, and curfew-less nights. Camp Shallow Lake, a family-owned sleepaway camp in California. With a high-stakes production of Frozen and a behind-the-scenes "docuseries" of the production in the works, the Wildcats will attempt to show who is "best in snow" without leaving anyone out in the cold. However, the Wild Force's plan to leave super heroics behind for a few months is quickly scrapped when an old friend of EJ's dad informs them about an accident that has opened the door to a mysterious madness called "the Multiverse." When multiversal monsters, variants, and more begin to emerge as a terrible threat looms above their heads, they begrudgingly agree to help explore the mind-bending and dangerous alternate realities of the Multiverse. But the one you thought could be your greatest ally could become your greatest threat. While putting on a high-stakes production in hopes of making this the best summer ever, the Wildcats will have to deal with the fight their own worst enemies in the multiverse, powerful threats...themselves. Ricky must learn the importance of accepting his grief as his truth before he becomes like his own corrupted variant. Nini must learn how to make a name for herself to achieve her dreams, being ready to risk it all for her future before it's taken from her. Gina must learn how to start her life where she is, tearing apart her walls permanently for her new family. EJ must learn what it means to truly means to be himself, taking a stand and facing his varients to step into his own.

Based on my real 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.

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘-𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 - 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉. 𝑨 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍. 𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕

في مدينةٍ تُحكَم بالظلال، حيثُ تتنفس الأسرار وتهمِس القِلوب ، تتقاطع المصائِر مع قوة لا يعرفها البشر . هُناك مَن يَختار ، و هُناك مَن يُختار ... و هُناك مَن يُحتَجز بين ما هو حي و ما هو أقدم من الزمن نفسهُ . Underground Mafia حيثُ الحُب حيلة ، و الولاء إختبار ، والظلام ... ليس من هذا العالم . - الوريث الأكبر : جونغكوك آل دراكوڤا - الوريث الأصغر : جيمين آل دراكوڤا - الوريثة الوحيدة : ڤينيرا أورتيڤا

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.

A seer uttered a prophecy 20 moons ago about the chosen, "she shall be called Telia; meaning ancient daughter of the blood moon. On the night she will be born, the moon will turn red." A destiny denied by the crown. Fate buried in ancient ruins. Legend said the gods were dead, because they never answered the desperate prayers of the weak. Now, a living temple has appeared just when the people's hope is gone. Rituals, blood, spells, and ancient chants performed under the dancing willows; now they'd die for a taste of magic and comfort.

A Fairy's Bloody Day at Work (Second Adventure!) Holga and her team are sent to a citiy across the world from home. Why? They don't even know, but they feel like they've been sent to their death. The more they investigate, the bloodier the mission seems. This could end in two ways: Either Holga and her team will be gutted by monsters more terrifying than death (which Holga isn't particularly scared of in the first place)... ...or they just might stand their ground, be lucky and have an opportunity to make a master power move: ask for a syndicate. Which ending is wilder? And what horror might she find in the depths of Egypt? (Yes Egypt you read right) This is not a vacation. Especially with all the secrets flooding in.

(Completed) | ✔️ Nehan has been travelling the country when one unfortunate night, he witnesses a deathly thunderstorm and his lucks runs out when he is unable to find an inn for a stay to seek refuge. Midst the choas of raging clouds, his hopes are heightened when he sees a villa standing tall among the plethora of trees cloaking it and decides to pursue shelter with the inhabitant of the place. But he is entirely unaware that this stay will be carved in his mind till the day death embraces him.

You were born to avenge a kingdom. He was made to burn it down. Princess Elira of Moonshadow was never meant to wear chains. But when her family is slaughtered and her crown stolen by the Bloodfang alpha-Rael, the warlord king with ice in his veins-she's dragged from a palace of light into a dungeon of ash. A year later, she still stands. Still resists. And still smells like roses in the dark. Rael should have killed her. But something stops him every time. A bond neither of them asked for. A prophecy soaked in blood. A war that was never truly over. Elira dreams of rebellion. Rael dreams of redemption. But when old magic awakens and forbidden truths surface, fate ignites a cruel choice: betray the bond, or embrace the enemy she was born to destroy. He took everything from her. Now she'll take his heart. Then burn it. Perfect for fans of slow-burn enemies-to-lovers, vengeful queens, wolf shifters, and aching, impossible love. If you loved The Bridge Kingdom, From Blood and Ash, and The Plated Prisoner, this searing romantasy will ruin you beautifully.

Regulus Black watched James Potter die. He tries to live with it. He can't. Grief curdles into obsession, and obsession into something sharper-a certainty that time isn't as fixed as everyone claims. Ancient magic whispers of a way back, but it demands more than Regulus can give on his own. But saving James means more than defying the past-it means destroying Voldemort, ending the war, breaking the future open with his bare hands if he has to. Regulus has already seen a life without James. He refuses to see it again.

Alice a young detective was keen in investigating the death of her husband and daughter. Her quest for the truth leads her to Atlanta which was a haven for vampires. Her investigation leads her to a direct confrontation with this creatures. Fate however had other plans for her. She was left to make a choice that not only could change her life forever but also decide humanity's fate as well.