Bathory Blood On Ice の小説・ストーリー

Just as he was about to take them somewhere safe, Bethany's mom whispered in a very weak voice, "What is that bastard going to my daughter?" Adonis immediately spun his head in the direction of Kalta and his body grew weak from the sight before him. Kalta's lips were buried deep into Bethany's neck, drinking her blood. "Kalta!" He yelled and stretched forth his hands, this time around ready to bring down the entire palace and the world way if he had to. Everything in the direction of Adonis' hands began to freeze, traveling so fast that there was barely any time to react to the ice cold that took over everything.

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

Blood geysered - black, syrupy blood that pooled on the ice-edged floor. The rest, with a desperate shout, scattered in a frenzied charge, two of them changing halfway into snarling wolves; one sinuous blue-grey and the other every shade of mottled brown with white spittle-flecked jaws. I cursed up the cold from the bottom of my core, filling me with power like an ice-fed river. My hands sprouted frost, erupting in a wave of crystalline shards.

Blood awakens the ice, ice carries death. ​Every single drop of my Shadow-Blood hitting the northern snow began to trigger a dormant, ancient magic seal I had spent months studying in secret. Beneath the thick layers of ice under our feet, webs of black energy were already creeping outward, preparing to lock this entire outpost into a lethal ice trap.

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

It was large, bigger than any drinking vessel I had ever seen, and it seemed to absorb the light instead of reflecting it. "The cup is made from the horn of a beast that died before your ancestors learned to walk upright," Ragnar said. "It has been used in blood rites for millennia. It will not taint the blood or diminish its power." Alexander took the cup from the wolf's hands. He looked at it for a moment, turning it over in his fingers, then set it on the stone floor between us. "How do you want to do this?" Ragnar stepped closer, his massive form blocking out the firelight. "I will take the blood myself. My wolves are not skilled enough to open a vampire's vein without causing permanent

One wrong move on the ice could expose the monster hiding inside him. The crowd noise crashed over Kane Harlan like thunder the moment he stepped onto the frozen surface. Twenty thousand fans screamed for blood and he planned to give them exactly that. He pushed off hard, skates biting into the ice as the game exploded into motion around him. Cold air burned his lungs but he welcomed it. This was his world. This was where he could let the beast loose just enough without anyone knowing. A rival winger came flying down the wing with the puck. Kane met him like a wall. Their bodies collided with a loud crack that echoed through the arena.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"