Novel & Cerita Blood Of Cuchulainn

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power." Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

Muscle tone, charisma, everything faded whilst he was unconscious on a table. Zena’s hands shook as she intensely muttered her oaths and tributes. A language I did not recognise, I turned away and buried my face into Briss’s arm when she finally cut Cillian’s throat using a bronze blade. The angry swell of scarlet blood down hs neck was terrifying. But the gleaming starlight travelled straight into him. Cillian’s whole body then shook, convulsing as his wolf re-entered and accepted him as a host.

I watch in absolute horror as a thin line of crimson blood trickles down Aichonne's neck, matching the path of Celine's silver blade. The sight is an aberration; a cruel unnatural reflection that defies the laws of nature and it chills my blood more than the frozen winds of the Frostpeak Highlands ever could.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

The cup responded, its surface slowly emanating a soft, ethereal glow. Approaching the first soldier in line, Baron dipped his blade into the cup, gliding the sharp edge across the soldier's thumb with a practiced hand. The soldier winced, a drop of crimson blood staining the blade. Baron moved swiftly down the line, repeating the process with each man until finally, the cup was filled with their life essence.

The moment the two drops touched, a low hum vibrated through the ground beneath my feet. The magic was waking. I began the chant, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. Each word seemed to tear at the air, bending it to my will. “By blood and bone, by heart and soul, I call upon the ancient power. Sever the chains that bind her. Break the oath that was forced upon her. Free her, even if it costs me all that I am.” The crimson light of the moon intensified, casting long, distorted shadows across the circle. My breath came faster as the energy swirled around me, a violent storm of magic and rage. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the trees groaned as if they were alive.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

She placed a new map on the table again and lit up the candles again, only this time with more energy-charged into it. She held the snake by the neck and placed a bowl in the middle to collect the blood of the snake when butchered. The viper's forked tongue slid out to attack Suzy but she responded by snapping its head and chanting incantations. She flung the dead snake to a corner of the room and beckoned on Cedric to come closer. Cedric's blood was dropped into the same bowl as the snake before she held him tightly by the hand, screeching magical words. Cedric also growled in pain but resisted the urge to fight back. The fire of the candles burned brighter and she poured some drops of bloo

She shouted causing all the vampires to be tied to both wrists with chains. There are only a few vampires here unlike humans. The vampires tied together with Shantelle and her Father. I groaned when the old woman cut me on one of my fingers causing it to bleed. Slowly drop it into the water. I turned to face the vampires when I heard the chain clang. My eyes widened when their eyes turned yellow and were trying to break free from the chain while looking at me as if they were ready to take away my blood. Shantelle is like that too.