Ash Of War: Bloody Slash Novelas e Histórias

I was shuffling closer to Trey when he came sliding over spitting blood to the side. "You can keep her! You wanted her so damn bad then you can take care of that useless bitch!" Trey growled in response and stood up. Seconds later a hand Yanked Brandon out of sight and into the Blizzard, I reached for Trey but as soon as I did, he too was yanked away… "No! Freckles run! Go!!" "Bax! Help me!" Then the Blizzard leveled out all at once, the snow settling in a single wave. Brandon was pinned by one zombie and Trey was currently fending off three. I ran to help Trey.

Ray was getting bored, and he was beginning to think that he was never going to be free of the smell of the alcohol. Ash carefully jumped over the corpses of the fallen slug men and to his husband’s side. They both checked in with each other while taking a moment to catch their breath before they had to leap back into the fight. Despite being a little winded, both of them still looked amazingly put together. Bright was completely slime free while Ash boots had only the smallest specks of the stuff on them. It was somewhat unfair just how flawless the two of them could be at times.

"You think just because you have your men surrounding this building, you're going to walk out of this alive?" Something similar to an electric current, slithers down my back. I recognize it as a forewarning or foreshadowing, call it whatever you like, but that feeling of a dark omen slams back inside me. I stifle a whimper and watch as the gun in my hand wavers. Ash's men are too confident of him, and they won't do a damn thing to intercept this fight because he willed it, he gave them the order to step away.

Cold, black blood sprayed out, but I was already finished firing my gun which is in my left hand, to another monster before the first corpse fell. The field was thick with beasts, the air alive and hellish with their screams. A shadow darted behind me. I turned just in time to parry the slash of a cleaver. I barely registered my opponent-male, shirtless, whiter than snow and drenched in blood-before counterattacking. I nocked my gun on his head then pull the trigger. The monster fell to the ground with a wet smack. "In coming!" I yelled, but even though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I knew the others hadn't heard.

I darted my red eyes to Nikona who was looking down at me with a blank face. My blood boiled and the strong itch to shred him into pieces felt against my fingertips. He killed her. A growl ripples out of my throat as I lunge forward and fling my hands to his throat.My claws pierce through his skin but before I could grip him tight, a strong hit strikes against the side of my face. A pulse throbbed in my head and I didn't realize when I fell harshly on the ground.His feet on my head shoves my face further into the harsh surface.

She promptly gestured toward a live broadcast screen in the room, showcasing the second semi-final match. ### *SLASH!* [Angus' Damage Absorption Threshold: 74% >> 53%] Angus' body was brutally slashed by a wind sword, its silver aura surrounded by a dark green hue and transitioning to white at the tip. "What an unbelievable sight! Angus's hit points have been reduced by nearly half due to Gabrielle's one-sided slashes, and he hasn't been able to retaliate!"

Wilbur said coldly, "You should take this too." "God-Slaying Slash." Wilbur made his sword attack.

Every step sent sharp pain through his ribs, but he gritted his teeth and focused on Liora’s determined face, he wouldn’t fall behind. A huge crimson-furred wolf, the one from the ridge, the soldier burst from the trees ahead, blocking their path. It stood on its hind legs, intelligent, hateful eyes locking on Liora. Ash didn’t slow down; instead, he slammed into the beast, his knife flashing silver. The wolf roared and swiped a clawed paw that tore through leather and flesh. Ash grunted from the pain but drove his knife deep into its shoulder. “Ash!” Liora cried out.

A battlefield materialized around them. Fin launched from wolf form into human mid-air, gold armor forming around him before his boots hit dirt. The sword formed with his armor on the shift. Ashbane came at him wreathed in darkness, eyes black, hands full of magic that ate the light around it. They clashed in a blur of gold and dark. The vision accelerated through the fight until the final exchange. Fin deflected a blast of black magic with the blade, pivoted, and cut Ashbane's throat clean through. The body crumpled. Silence covered the field.

*Ultimate Activated: Planetary AoE – Swarm Debuff eighty percent* Shards rain like hellfire meteor storm—impaling beasts mid-leap, pinning them writhing to walls and floor, ichor spraying black fountains that freeze on contact. *Enemies Destroyed: forty thousand in first volley* *Chain Reaction: Additional twenty thousand* Vampires swarm over the pinned—Julian flashing fastest, fangs sinking into exposed joints, draining essence dry in crimson arcs, beasts crumpling desiccated husks that shatter on impact. SEALs and Marines hold rear—rifles barking disciplined thunder, void-rounds punching through carapace with wet, explosive cracks, bodies bursting from inside. Black ops strike invisible—pl