Avatar Bloodbender 소설 & 이야기

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

But their hair was all the same, long, straight black like they just came out of a beauty salon, and all slicked back. Novak has the power to manipulate fire, Kovak can bend land and even earth, and Sovak can control air. If there was one more vampire king who can manipulate the water element, then they will pass the casting of Avatar: The Legend of Aang. Unfortunately, there was not. But a vampire who stands closest to the throne of the three great kings is Saveroth, the vampire prime minister who has the power to manipulate ice. He even can create liquid nitrogen from ice that he can control.

He gave me a peck on the lips and then took my hand to walk me downstairs. The best thing about being with him was that he never left me alone. He respected my personal space but he was also overprotective and so cute. As we reached the last step, the doorbell rang. It was Hannah and Bryson with their little son Andrew. He was so cute. He had brown hair like Hannah but green eyes like Bryson. Even though he was just 15 days old, he already looked like a 2-month-old baby. This is because he was a half-blood vampire, being born to a vampire and a human.

My father hadn’t been a saint, but he hadn’t been a coward either. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kieran leaning against a tree. The vampire didn’t bother pretending to blend in. Blond hair catching the sun, green eyes half-lidded as if the whole affair was beneath him, hands tucked lazily in his coat pockets. He looked like he was watching a performance he wasn’t particularly invested in. I almost laughed. Of all the guards Perth could’ve sent, I got this one—the bored angel who looked like he’d rather nap through the apocalypse.

Amber looked around before she snatched the fallen bark off the tree, holding it as a makeshift stake. “Amber, I will—” I stopped as one of the cloaked figures lunged at Amber, while the other prepared their bow to charge an arrow towards her. I gritted my teeth as I slowly rose to my feet. I could stop the archer from shooting Amber. The archer’s head turned towards me and my eyes widened when I saw him point the tip of the arrow towards me. He launched it and I was about to move to the side when a figure stepped in between. It was Amber, but she was holding the other guy by hooking her arm around his neck. The arrow shot the vampire, and it stopped fighting, stiffened, and dropped to the g

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

“It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.” “Good,” I said bitterly. She flinched. “Raven…” “What?” I croaked. “You want me to feel sorry for them? After what they’ve done?” “No…. I want you to understand something. You’re… you’re special. Your blood is…. It’s the only thing that can cure them.” I stared at her for a second, then I laughed.. “Oh, of course,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Of course. I’m not just the unwanted daugh

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

It’s like a horrific movie playing in my mind, the mortal version of Bogdan being hunted down by Axel and thrown into a new, immortal life of hazy uncertainty. “He must have been terrified,” I whisper. Beau lets out a humorous laugh. “No, Kieran. He wasn’t terrified. He was hungry, which is exactly what Naman wanted.” he pauses, allowing his words to sink in. “Do you understand what I'm saying, Kieran?” I nod. Naman said something about Caius having a past where he drank from tons of humans to the point that he couldn't help himself. Now I know why. “I understand,” I whisper faintly. “He was Vampire X.”

I grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward me, her body slamming into my chest as her wolf fought against itself, against her skin, against the air. “It’s okay,” I whispered against her hair. “I’m here. Stay with me.” “No…” her voice cracked. “It’s not, Xavier it’s not stopping…” And then something else happened. Something that stopped even me cold. The shadows around us… Moved. They bent toward her. Curved. Gathered. Like gravity pulling inward. Hunter cursed behind me. “She’s drawing power from everything around her, Xavier, pull her out… now.” “I’m trying,” I growled.