Novel & Cerita Avenger Of Blood

Art had the need to hold her, but he saw them both, his eyes reflecting the same sorrow as them. Aurora stepped closer to Lyka, “And I promise, if this guy who is darker than night, who has fangs, who can shape shift, is that Théoden, I will avenge Sameera.” Aurora’s hair flew and in the glittering twilight, Art saw a magnificent being swearing to fight for someone unknown. “You will, won’t you, for Sameera?” Lyka embraced her, her eyes fierce. “You will avenge her; you will avenge your blood.”

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

The image of his body and his blood dripping to the ground tightened me up in my chest. And guilt also gnawed at me because that soldier had to die because he only did as I had instructed. It's all going to end soon. I rooted my limbs to the ground well and charged towards the nearest werewolf with all my might. Paws clawed together and fangs fought for dominance. I tried, I really did but I felt myself falling slowly and another werewolf was a out to pounce on me and probably slit my neck open but out of no where the soldier I thought had died appeared and used his own body to block the impact. The impact was fatal and I saw blood splashed everywhere. My wolf howled as the soldier laid dead

Zitrey in black ninja outfit, stands firmly atop of people laid on the floor unconscious, with the blazing fire outside that reflects on the crystal windows, she was like a terrifying frosty avenger. The thugs on all the floors of this building was been wiped out by Zitrey, single-handedly. It's been a long time since she lasts done this; wiping the whole clan, an organization, or family, without letting any survivors left. No one knew what she looked like, nor knew that she was just a little kid, as she never leaves anyone alive. Public only knew it was her did, in the reason that she always leave a flower that looked like the color of blood behind, a spiderlily. Each corpse has its own flo

That outcry weakened West, he froze with the knife in her hand and blood blinding his vision. Justin coughed out blood and managed to breath and keep his eyes open as he watched Sophia. He hated himself for being the one used to hurt her from the very beginning and his parents are the devil behind the mask. The opening of the door broke the suspense. Some soldiers pushed Mr. Smith, Flying dragon, and the assassins into the room. Everyone was shocked except West who was excited to see that he's defeating his enemies. *** Molly watched Tyler go brokenhearted. She could only cry as he turned and went away, carrying her heart along.

Mr Bouchard gave me a smile and said, "You know why Abby." "No... i don't." he sighed and said, "You saw your friend die and you feel guilty about not being able to save him. My target is only humans to make a trap for werewolves. Do you think I'm happy to teach these ancient creatures? it was only my cover, Abby. i killed Aiden only because he found out who i am. I don't have anything against him. moreover, I'm so happy to kill a werewolf by my hand. do you know how good it felt while stabbing him?"

Coming to a door, I eased it open and my anger flared as a bloody scene filled my eyes. Blood. So much fucking blood gushed from the wound on her neck. Who was she? Why did this asshole hurt her? Why was the word, “MINE” echoing in my psyche? Not waiting to get an answer, I pounced. I took the vampire to the floor, slamming the bastard’s head to the floor. A grunt of pain answered the blow but it didn’t faze the asshole. No. this one was damned strong. He pushed me off him and we circled each other.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Then the thing shifted again—and it was Alessio himself, younger, afraid, cornered, pointing a gun at a boy who would not fight back. The vault wasn’t memory. It was punishment. It moved like it knew the deepest parts of you—and hated them. The walls pulsed. Then the whisper returned. “One blood must break for the rest to live.” Alessio turned to Emilia. Her face had gone pale, but not from fear. From recognition. “What does it mean?” he asked. “It means what it always meant,” she said. “We were never meant to survive each other. This war... it was designed.”

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"