Blood Of Cuchulainn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Armor that gleamed wrong in the moonlight, silver, threaded with dark veins that caught and held the glow like poison. More figures broke from the trees, silent and swift, and suddenly the air was alive with steel. The candlelit path dissolved into chaos. Caelum was the first to strike. He shifted mid-leap, his body snapping into a hulking wolf with a sound of cracking bones, claws slashing as he barreled into the nearest man. The mercenary’s blade slashed across his flank, and Caelum snarled, stumbling. I saw the wound immediately, not just a cut. Smoke hissed from the torn flesh, searing the fur black where the blade had kissed it.

He took to his feet and raised his arm upward forcing from behind Kudlak a wraith to rise. Before Kudlak could know it, he felt a rigid slice behind and looking down at his stomach, he saw the pointy edge of a spiritual spear before it finally dissipated. Kudlak never stopped feeding Clancy, blood rolled down his mouth as he looked at the mage with a wicked smile. "I've nothing else to lose mage, nothing else!" He said at him. Noticing the drop of blood, Clancy looked up at Kudlak's face. He was bewildered by the pain on his face and the loss of blood. Kudlak looked at him with a horror smile and whispered.

“I’m afraid I have no idea what you speak of.” “Oh, my,” said Mr. Cillian. “Well, he’s a killer of some note—a killer of ritualists, in fact. They say he has glowing red eyes, gleaming silver wristblades, and tattered black clothes. He’s supposedly battled in countless wars, a phantom on the battlefield, feasting on the living . . . I thought he was a myth, but just yesterday I saw him myself. He had . . . remarkable skill. I cannot wait to catch him, and kill him . . . oh, how I want to kill him!”

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

"Then die together. The Pact will be signed in your blood." ​As the spear descended, a sudden chime echoed through the vault. It was the codex. It had flipped open, its pages turning with a sound like autumn leaves. A brilliant beam of violet light shot upward from the book, piercing the cavern ceiling and creating a pillar of energy that trapped Catherine in its center. ​The woman shrieked as the light began to strip away the shadows she had woven around herself. She wasn't just losing her power; she was being unmade.

But before he could even take a step, the shadows at the edge of the tree line violently ruptured. A foul, twisted creature—a massive, rogue Blood-born that had somehow slipped through the western vanguard patrols—lunged out from the darkness. Its skin was a mottled, necrotic grey, its maw dripping with a black, corrosive saliva as it caught Solar entirely by surprise. The strike was blindingly fast. Solar spun, her golden jaws snapping shut in a desperate defense, but the creature’s jagged fangs sank deep into her front shoulder blade, tearing through the golden fur.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

He could only stand still to wait for what would happen next. "The blood of Alpha Huxley of the Coldfur Pack. Alpha Clement's blood from Les Chiens Fous. The blood of Alpha Karl of Ambersky-Klauen. Alpha Orazio's blood comes from Crestaamara. Alpha Sato's blood comes from Raitofa no Kage. Alpha Rowan's blood is from the Crimsontooth Pack. Alpha Ethan's blood from the Blue Moon Hounds Pack." One by one, the hooded figures lifted a small bottle of dark red liquid and poured it over Vincentius' head until all seven of them had taken their turn.

Layla gasped and took a step back, hardly being able to comprehend what just happened with her mortal eyes. Cairo snarled and his eyes glowed with fury as he threw his own fist at Atreus. Layla watched in awe as the two of them had it out right in front of her. She took a couple of steps back at the intensity of the altercation. Cairo had just caught Atreus in the gut with an uppercut, which caused him to double over for a moment. Then with an inhuman snarl, Atreus stood upright and kicked Cairo in the chest.