Blessing Of Blood To Phantoms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ruby. Zara’s throat tightened. The Hollow Queen’s specter stared at Maxim, a cruel tenderness in the tilt of her head. “Beast,” the shadow whispered. “You carry my fire still.” Maxim stiffened, claws sliding from his fingertips despite his iron will. “You’re dead,” he said, voice low and ragged. “Stay dead.” The apparition smiled. “Death is only a bargain unfulfilled.” The loyalists howled, their frenzy feeding the ghost. The spark-Ruby swelled, smoke thickening into muscle and bone. Zara felt the ground tremble beneath her boots. If the phantom crossed fully into flesh, the Hollow’s chaos would return.

Brodie, the old hermit, exclaimed, gazing skyward in horror. One by one, all eyes turned upward. Through rifts in the sky, blood clouds billowed, followed by the emergence of sharp ghostly claws, then heads and torsos. "Th-The Blood Specters are breaking free from the Blood Bane Energy. They're coming out. We can't remain passive any longer!" Eliza's voice rang out, recognizing the spectral entities from the world's cemetery. "Don't allow them to enter Exasword or it'll be a massacre!" Brodie's urgent cry spurred action as he lunged toward a fallen Blood Specter.

Steven raised his head toward the dark night and asked unhurriedly. “It’s…possible.” Emma hesitated but continued. “Unlike a curse that torments the bearer, a blessing is like a spring. The body might reject the curse, trying to keep it in a particular area, but the blessing could easily be absorbed, making blood the carrier of the blessing. To nullify the curse, one should have a lot of blessing induced blood in their hands.” Emma sighed heavily. Theo had a clouded look. He could understand the words but not the meaning of the sentences, but Liam was different.

Trying its best to inflict damage upon him. “Despair?” Lucifer scoffed, raising his hand to unleash a wave of pure blood energy. It erupted from him like a sunburst, engulfing the phantoms and incinerating them into nothingness. As if they’re nothing but mere flies. “You must be desperate to summon such weak spirits, Thalion. Have you really fallen that low?”

A phantom evolved behind him, which was exactly the old phantom. As the phantom evolved, rays of divine light suddenly shot out. The ancient-fashioned man's weapon was exactly the same as that of the Primordial Emperor's Bi'an. One was illusory and the other was illusory, causing the river of stars to turn upside down. For a moment, his Power burst out to an even more terrifying level. "Bang!" Zephyr Khan's left hand was displaying the Great Blood Cleave. His body was striding about like a dragon. With every step he took, the Spiritual Blood in his entire body began to become several times denser.

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

“So what if I am? Did you think that it is so easy to destroy those who worship the Blood Cult? It won’t be long before the Blood Cult will rise again and take over America. We will have all seventy-two families from the six factions in the Golden Era to pay the price with their blood.” When he said that, Travis’s face looked even more grave than ever. Then, the old demon pointed at Alex. “Today, you’ll be the offering I give to worship the Blood Cult! He stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and from his body appeared three phantoms. There were a total of four figures in addition to himself, and all of them launched a fierce assault at Alex. With such a mysterious technique, everyone from

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The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

The air thickened, humming with raw, ancient power. And then a voice, not Alejandro’s, rolled across the clearing, layered with fire and echo, so vast that even the air seemed to bow beneath it. “You call them monsters,” the voice thundered, both flame and shadow. “But they are not born, they are bound.” Every member of the Haven froze. The power in that voice was nothing like their Alpha’s usual control. It was older, heavier, terrifying and divine all at once. “The souls of the slain, witches, vampires, wolves, and humans, trapped in the twilight between life and death. The forbidden art that commands them is Sanguis Vinculum, the Blood Binding.”