Blood Of Bahamut Ds Novels & Stories

He limped toward me, his black sword raised high, his face twisted into a mask of pure fury. "No more games" Dante growled, his amber eyes flashed with a hungry light. "I do not need you whole to unlock the gate, Calista. A few drops of your blood will do just fine." He brought the sword down with all his remaining strength, aiming right for my chest. But I still did not close my eyes or back away. I reached out with my bare right hand, grabbed the sharp black blade by the metal edge. The dark magic of the sword burned my palm like acid, but I did not let go.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Hair stood straight at the back of his neck. [~Diabolical-Manticore Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +15 ] [ Gained Water-based Affinity ] "Meh… No Soul-Armas!" He pondered as he read the notification, "Well, Not like i expected that from a baby beast! Nevertheless, 15 points is still a tremendous leap for me!"

Behind her, Ipek and Pelin’s bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud as she inhaled the final threads of their light. The chamber pulsed crimson as the blood moon reached its zenith. Bahar lifted her arms, her body swaying in a serpentine dance. Her hair shimmered blonde, her beauty twisting into something inhuman as the moonlight drenched her. She twirled once, laughing, basking in the red glow. Aziz’s roar cut short as Pazuzu slammed him down again, claws raking deep across his chest. Blood darkened the dust beneath him. His body twitched, then stilled.

Behind her, Ipek and Pelin’s bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud as she inhaled the final threads of their light. The chamber pulsed crimson as the blood moon reached its zenith. Bahar lifted her arms, her body swaying in a serpentine dance. Her hair shimmered blonde, her beauty twisting into something inhuman as the moonlight drenched her. She twirled once, laughing, basking in the red glow. Aziz’s roar cut short as Pazuzu slammed him down again, claws raking deep across his chest. Blood darkened the dust beneath him. His body twitched, then stilled.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I