A Guide Thicker Than Blood Manga 소설 & 이야기

Despite everything, Sera huffed a nervous laugh, the tiniest bit of tension easing. Alaric stepped forward, more composed now but still careful to keep his distance. His voice was firm, measured. “Listen closely. When you cut yourself, don’t fight the flow. Guide it. Blood is stubborn, but it’s yours. If you will it to remain, it will remain.”

“I knew there was something about her.” “Wait…” Remus blinked and tried to understand. “There is a new blood and I am not aware?” Ignoring him, Maximus moved closer and examined the mark, his fingers hovering over it without touching it. He watched how the line spread and he suddenly furrowed his brows. “It looks like old magic,” he said. “It burns,” Cassian hissed in pain. “Like fire spreading inside of me. I feel like I’m going to burst out any second.”

Pain rippled through my ribs, but I kept going. He was strong. Stronger than before. But not stronger than me. We hit each other like we wanted to tear the soul from the other’s body. I clawed his chest, he clawed my back. We rolled, slammed, struck, grunted. Blood hit the floor, but neither of us fell. Until the odds shifted. Two of his pack joined the fight. Three against one. I pushed harder. Every muscle in me screamed. I fought them like an animal, but it was getting tighter, heavier. My breath was short. My vision flickered red.

A crimson-gold radiance that pulses like a heartbeat. We emerge into a chamber that defies description. It's vast—so vast I can't see the far walls, despite the light that emanates from the center. The water here is different, too. Thicker. More like honey than liquid, and it glows with that same crimson-gold light. And at the center of it all, suspended in the thick water, is Arkenox's true form.

I could feel it, the heavy, oppressive presence of something ancient, something that had been waiting for us. “Get ready,” Minseok murmured, drawing his weapon with swift precision. “We might be in the Guideverse, but it doesn’t mean we’re safe.” I nodded, preparing myself for whatever was coming. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. A figure emerged from the shadows. It was humanoid but distorted, its body covered in blackened veins that pulsed with an eerie light. Its eyes were wide, empty voids that seemed to suck in all the light around it.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

I try to ignore Ara's scent because she isn't the one who's going to be on the receiving end of the violence that's building up inside me, but she's the one who calls out to me. Her taste, her essence, her whole being. I can almost hear her breathing, though I know she isn't close yet. It takes me seconds to cover the distance that a normal human would in a few minutes. And then it suddenly overwhelms me, the smell of her sweet, delicious blood, and I have to come to an abrupt stop so I don't break my cover. There's a stout man guarding the entrance to a hole in the ground. It looks like some sort of bunker, and I can't help but smile again.

A deep vibration passed through the space between the worlds. Then a message appeared. WORLD SIX: ACCESSIBLE. Elara's eyes widened. “World Six?” Auren stared at the message. “There were only five.” Seren whispered, “Now there are six.” A doorway formed in front of them. Unlike the previous doors, this one wasn't black or silver. It was completely white. No symbols. No markings. No name. Elara stepped toward it. Then she stopped. A strange feeling passed through her. The door felt familiar.

Silence followed. It was heavy silence. My spirit guide remained crouched there for a moment, breathing hard. I stared at him. “You can fight?” He slowly looked up at me. “Now you ask that?” Despite everything happening, irritation flickered through me. “You know what I mean.” He stood slowly. And that was when I noticed the blood. Dark blood spread down his arm from deep claw marks near his shoulder. My eyes widened. “You’re hurt.” “It’s nothing.”

It took everything I had to hold the heavy tray up, and to keep taking one step after another, so their insults and mean comments just slid past me. The only ones who did seem to enjoy my journey was the table of Vampires, who perked right up once I was close. “I’ve never smelled blood so sweet,” a younger one said, eagerly grabbing a pitcher before filling his goblet. He took a drink quickly, but his face seemed confused. “This isn’t the blood I’m smelling. Slave, which pitcher holds the good stuff.”