Blood And Ice Skyrim Novels & Stories

The sky cracked open lightning raining blood. The world of the living and the dead began to merge. And as the city screamed beneath collapsing skies, Bianca whispered one final vow: “Then I’ll end it myself.”

What kind of game was Claudis playing? “Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you about that. It seems our sweet Araya here has special blood. Although we have not tested it yet, Acelin himself has tasted it confirming to my satisfaction enough.” Onyx’s eyes jerked back to me looking me up and down. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her eyes squinted and her face read confusion, but she didn’t speak. Claudis continued on. “You see, Araya, only a certain special type of people possesses this blood that is so sweet and craved by many, because it is forbidden. It is forbidden to drink the blood of this particular group of people.”

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.

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 is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

She froze for a moment, her eyes widening. But before I could say anything more or confirm if it was her, darkness claimed me. Isla's POV The nights on the battlefield were restless, my mind heavy with thoughts of war, suffering, and the peculiar connection I felt to the name Black Mountain. And to keep myself away from this whirlwind of thoughts and also to be able to save more lives, I started using my blood to create healing potions. But it had other repercussions. My strength had waned as if a part of me was being drained away. My hands often trembled, and my head felt foggy.

But his eyes still watched everything. Before us, on his knees and bound in silver restraints, was the fallen Alpha of Duskfall. His chest was still bleeding sluggishly, the venom from Raven’s blade clearly doing its work. Raven had said it was coated in Alpha Silver, which was rare, toxic, and slow-burning. He wasn’t healing. Not properly. I leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on the fool who thought he could challenge me in my own territory. “Why?” I asked calmly. My voice echoed through the stone hall, calm but laced with steel. “Why the ambush?”

"You are the Blood Queen of the Ural." I turned my head, my silver-grey eyes catching his glowing golden gaze in the water's reflection. The absolute, slow-burning hunger in his eyes made my soul tremble, my hands clutching his broad arms as the friction of our bare skin drove every drop of fear from my mind. Before his mouth could cover mine, the midnight-black water of the Mirror Pool suddenly turned a sickening, rotten purple. The silver sun crystals above us flickered and died. From the depths of the pool, a massive, skeletal hand made of black ice reached up out of the water, locking its clawed fingers around Vaelin’s bare ankle, dragging him downward into the freezing abyss.

The blood ran down in rivulets. So much blood. The ice sparkled sickeningly with red and all Kari could hear was the terrified screams for mercy and forgiveness. Soldiers begging for their lives, begging to end it. The terrified scream of Aster as he let her die by virtue of not protecting her. In his mind’s eye, the beautiful idyllic pool that showed his power was overtaken by creeping ice. The stunning, swirling patterns that iced over the top were blood red and swirling as the color grew bolder and bolder as if more blood was being added. Then more and more still.