Blood And Steel Cast Novels & Stories

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Calmly, I took a dagger, casually touching the sharp tip of the blade with my tongue. It was old, dark, made from bronze back during Alethar’s time. The forging style was called Raven’s Claws. It was not poisoned. Sharp steel easily punctured my wrist, and dark, almost black drops of blood fell onto the white plate. This was the focus which powered the blood magic, but it had to be royal blood, given freely.

Steel and Shadows The clash of steel rang through the narrow gorge. Snow churned beneath boots and claws. The Highland warriors fought with brutal skill axes rising and falling, blades gleaming through the mist. Aria moved like flame among them. Her sword danced in her hands, the crescent mark at her neck burning bright with magic. Every strike carved a path through Velkar’s bloodspawn. Every breath came sharp, but her mind remained clear. At her side, Kael fought with cold fury.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

Steel took a deep breath and said, "I want a thousand soldiers to open the city's entrance and defend it. We're going to welcome Sir Draco home." "Yes, sir!" *** Novemton's massively secure gates opened, and a total of a thousand fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the entrance. Steel had ordered a hundred thousand men to build these gates and walls around the city, which was completed in a few days. These were the walls that protected everyone inside from the monsters. Since Steel was the one who ordered the walls to be built, the survivors call it the Wall of Steel. They looked to him as their leader, and he protected them ardently.

The field roared in blood. Blood. Screams. Metal on rune-etched stone. The coppery scent of it clawing at my restraint. Mercs collapsing in vicious tides, students scattering like rodents, their wards and half-formed spells no match for dragonsteel. Chaos, the kind that most people would drown in. I didn’t. I lived in it.

Standing on the battlements were the Fourteen Blood-Lords. They didn't look like wolves. They looked like knights of the void, their armor made of frozen blood, their faces hidden behind masks of human bone. At their head stood a man who carried a scythe, but it wasn't made of starlight. It was made of Solidened Agony. "THE MOTHER OF THE SPARK HAS ARRIVED," the lead Blood-Lord spoke, his voice a chorus of a thousand screams. "THE TABLE IS SET. THE STAR-CHILD HAS PROMISED US THE SUN".

His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together. In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of anvils. Sparks flew as molten steel was hammered into shape, the glowing metal transforming into sleek blades, spearheads, and arrow tips. Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword.

It was the steel alchemy symbol. "It's for strength," one ancestor explained as she slashed my wrists. I watched as blood poured from my milky white skin. I collapsed to my side, falling into unconsciousness…