Avenger Of Blood In The Bible の小説・ストーリー

He smiled. “She kept him alive.” He poured a drink. “She always was curious.” He turned toward the chapel tower. “It’s time to write the last commandment.” ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Two sons. One made from love. One forged in vengeance. But the mother? She walks between them—not as a guardian. Not as a savior. But as the blade they both must answer to.” — Aria Valente De Rossi

Bronislava "Slava" Ignatova The black blood dripping onto my bare shoulder burned like drops of molten lead. Vaelin’s massive frame sagged heavily against me, his chest hitching in dark, ragged rasps as the rot-magic dragged him down. Across the dust-choked subterranean hall, the warrior in pitch-black armor raised his heavy obsidian spear, his cold reptilian eyes fixed entirely on me. "Tsar Vaelin is dying," the intruder sneered, taking a slow, heavy step forward. "And you, Blood Alpha, are coming with me to the High Council."

Lord Valen stepped forward. “What were they?” Aurora looked directly at him. “Arven was his servant.” The Valen leader froze. The ancient being beneath the palace suddenly spoke through Aurora. Its voice was deeper than hers, carrying an echo that made the walls vibrate. “His blood is not in House Valen.” Every warrior became still. Aurora's head slowly turned. The ancient voice continued through her. “His blood has been searching for the child.” Lord Valen stared at her.

Even after I become approximately to be killed via way of means of a vampire—she made me maintain a dwelling. The awakening becomes imminent. Raven slowly stood up. As even though to reveal everybody's gift, he took off the bandage from his neck. Then solemnly, he whispered the phrases of an oath. "...Eli Eli lama saba-chthani. Your blood is my blood; my blood is your blood. Blood getting into the frame to slake my thirst; Yonder God of the heavens, unlock me from this cross; The time for atonement is set to arrive!"

Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace. Lilith smirked as she received the piece of paper. “Don’t go back on your word or you will regret it, Draven, or should I say, Carl?.” She warned and licked her lips playfully. He stood there, peering into her eyes expressionlessly. One would think, by her looks, that she was quite innocent and wasn’t able to harm a fly, but he knew not to be deceived. He knew that behind all that mask, she was truly a merciless and cold-hearted killer, and have seen her slay a lot of people, without remorse.

“No. Not again. We fight together.” Killian’s eyes softened for just a second — then hardened like steel. “Then stay close.” The first of the Blood Gods emerged fully, their massive figures shaped from shadow and molten crimson. Eyes like dying stars fixed on the two of them. One leaned forward, its voice a hiss that crawled through Aria’s mind. “The mortal dares carry divine blood. And the fallen Alpha stands beside her.” Killian straightened, his aura flaring gold. “We stand against you.”

“She needs to die.” His lips curved slightly again, “No,” he said again. “She does not.” My breath hitched, “Then what exactly are you saying?” I demanded. He leaned closer and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to something almost like a whisper. “You should be aware that she is a Blood Anchor, that means, she is not something to be destroyed.” "Her blood is meant to be put into good use, not destroyed." My stomach dropped as a cold realization crept in slowly.

I clamped them so hard my teeth ached as I twisted my head to the side, trying to pull away from him. I didn't want his blood. I didn't want that filthy, arrogant monster's dirty essence going inside my body. I would rather die as a free assassin than live because I drank the blood of the demon who ruined my life. Vergil raised a brow and chuckled at my defiance as he leaned down right next to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Do you not have vengeance to take, Genevieve?" he whispered, his voice dripping with absolute cunning. "What happened to all those brave words from earlier? What happened to taking my head? What happened to hunting down your backstabbing brother and ripping his

“Keep your head down, Seraphina. You’ve done enough talking for one night.” “Enough talking?” I shoved his hand off me, heart pounding. “I exposed you because your family killed my mother. Don’t you dare act like I’m the problem here.” He leaned in close, eyes blazing in the dark car. Rain hammered the roof. “You really believe that story your father fed you? Open your eyes. Someone just turned your little revenge show into a massacre. People are dead because of your so-called peace event tonight.” I stared at him, breathing fast. The car swerved sharply and I slid into him. His arm came around me automatically, steadying me. For a second I felt the solid heat of his body against mine and ha

The summer house stood hushed and torn, A grave of ash where truth was born. The rain fell softer now, subdued, As if the sky itself had rued The violence carved into the night, The cost of power, blood, and fight. Giovanni knelt upon the ground, Her hands still steady, though chaos crowned. Russell’s blood ran warm and fast, A crimson echo of the past.