Novel & Cerita Avenger Of Blood In The Bible

I flew backward, my back hitting the concrete pillar with a sickening crunch. I dropped my rifle. The air was gone from my lungs, my vision swimming with black spots. The Enforcer stood over me, his violet eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling mercy. “You are a baseline human,” he vibrated, the sound rattling my teeth. “You are a structural flaw in the new world. You will be removed.” He raised his arm, his fingers glowing with a concentrated violet light. I knew what was coming. He was going to hit me with a focused acoustic pulse that would turn my internal organs into jelly.

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

“I trust ambition and ambition is what she bleeds” The Alpha tapped the parchment “If the Queen moves and the star Blood wavers, we strike. The Flame of Prophecy will burn and in the ashes, we rise" A low, hungry growl echoed in the shadows.

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

"You all will die, your soul shall be mine, the last drop of the blood clensing your sins, your torments will not end until death and death won't show mercy. Only that will do justice, I will return to avenge, for vengeance, for the last drop of blood, for crushing your bones. The Alpha of the Black moon, you shall pay." They had to face her Wrath That bone chilling voice got grave at the end, the calmness was haunting, people watched wide eyed as it dawned on the elders- the oath of blood, Adrian's legs shook with the impact. She shall rise, she will kill, she will massacre each one of them and the most bitter death would be his. The course of wind changed, red flames reaching high above st

In the same fluidity, he leaned away, turned, and took the head of another. Often, Saelin used the step, covering greater distances than most men Sethlzaar had seen. Each time, she left death in her wake before returning to his side as bloody as he was. He knew the blood belonged more to the enemy than to her, unlike the one that covered him, oozing from every cut, tear, laceration and bruise. If he had believed in the existence of gods, as the heathens do, and there was one of war, he had no doubt Saelin would be...

With the rush continuing to burn in his veins, Alex gazed at the blood coating his blade and his eyes widened in astonishment as the realization came to him; he had slaughtered nearly twenty adversaries in the motion of a single attack pattern. How was this possible? he said to himself. His mind had been so numb that he was hardly awake while he fought, but the Ravennites certainly noticed his actions. They were fighting now not with a sense of vengeance, but with the convictions that he was giving them. They fought as if they were in the very presence of something divine.

Aron yelled, trying his best to avoid Asher’s relentless attacks. “Oh, I haven’t had blood in weeks. I have been trying to survive only with food, but now I have a god’s blood, and my vampire senses are tingling. I have never felt them so awakened like they are now. I should keep a god as a pet, don’t you think?” Asher grinned and dashed at him. He grabbed him by the hand and slammed him to the ground, creating a big hole. He sensed an attack coming behind him and turned in time to see Haziah. “That won’t work twice,” he said and dodged Haziah’s attack. He knew if he should fight two gods at the same time, he would be on the losing end, so he decided to ignore Haziah, only dodging his attack

Learning just a thing or two from the special abilities of these ancient horrors could very well bestow great advancements in power that could very well grant the possessor of the True Blood the edge to win even fights against greater opponents. That explained how angry and livid the Tenth Presbyter of the Winged race was when he was defeated during his attempt to recover the True Blood. "KILL HIM! WE NEED THE TRUE BLOOD!" he howled at the top of his voice like a maniacal beast himself. Mo Qian, the Winged Legion, and the two elderly Wingeds whom Chu Xun had defeated earlier lunged together, swarming at Chu Xun like a huge raving stampede of birds.