Blood Of Bahamut Ds นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Come and become what you must become. Come and write the ending that you choose, not the ending that was written for you." I stepped forward, my hand finding the shard that I had carried since the catacombs, the Duskbane relic that answered to revenant blood, that hummed with a frequency of boundaries and blood and the maintenance of what others would break. The Blood Moon rose invisible beyond the chapel's walls, its approach measured in heartbeats, in silver tendrils, in the weight of three days that had become two, that had become one, that had become this final moment when everything would change.

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

Unawares he straightaway lowered his hands, and the sound halted. It stunned me to see this. It was all happening in a snap. He jerked the dust off the book and put it down, and opened it with a flash glistening in my eyes. "From Golden words to the enmity of blood, to break Lisa's curse, you have to live her heart-wrenching wounds." He handed me a pendant with blue crystal wrapped around the chain. "Go! You're my last hope, Irene." His words... It made me feel as if I was in the act of emotional history. My one choice would decide the fate of this island.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Not splashing. Not spilling. Moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something alive. My breath catches sharply in my throat as the thin streak of dried crimson begins to lift from the stone surface, peeling upward in a smooth ribbon that coils through the air like silk caught in an invisible current. “What..” I whisper. Leviath does not look at the blood. He looks at me. “This,” he says calmly, “is Blood Dominion.” The ribbon of blood twists gently between his fingers, suspended effortlessly, responding to the smallest flick of his wrist as though it obeys instinct rather than command.

I heard her say," The blood of the Quetet." I looked at her, confused. "Drink, boy, and be filled with the power of the impossible; speed, agility, strength, immortality, and hunger," she said. "Drink it, Desmond," Mother, who knelt beside Solomon, ordered. I grimaced and gulped the blood down my throat. I gave the bowl to Solomon, and he drank it too, same as Mother. Susana picked up the dagger and raised it in the air, chanting once more. The wind returned, and torches began dancing again.

Back in Bloodred Prison. Chase looked at the aggressive Dyson, his heart full of worry. The dragon deity's voice rang out, "Do not fear. Use your newly converted Divine Blood to circulate vital energy." Could that work? Chase felt somewhat doubtful. "If you keep standing there dazed, you'll just have to wait for others to collect your corpse!" the dragon deity said irritably. Dyson's Nefarious Blast was countless levels stronger compared to the stone mill space's natural version. In an instant, Chase felt bone-piercing cold. He could not sit and wait for death. It was time to fight!