Blood Of Cuchulainn Novels & Stories

Seizing the moment, Chase closed the gap, slamming a heavy fist toward Cain's face. Cain tried to dodge, but Chase moved like a shadow, swiftly positioning himself to Cain's side. A faint gray flame flickered on Chase's arm as he swung his fist. The punch landed on Cain's shoulder with the force of a dragon. Cain spat blood on the spot. Without giving him a chance to recover, Chase lifted his heavy sword and slashed downward! "No!" A piercing scream echoed as Cain's body ignited. His charred flesh crackled under the flames, and his left arm was severed, leaving him gravely injured and on the verge of collapse.

The coppery scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and rage. They collided again with bone-jarring force, beast against beast, fury against fury. Their muscles strained and rippled under fur matted with blood, each blow a brutal testament to their power. Claws slashed. Teeth snapped. Every movement was primal, a raw, instinctive dance fueled by hatred and ancient rivalry.

I threw up a shield of moonlight to block arrows, then lashed out with silver whips of power that burned flesh where they touched. We were winning until Selena flung a blade from the shadows. It caught me low in the side, just under my ribs. Pain exploded, white-hot, then ice-cold. The blade was black iron etched with runes, the same curse that was killing my mates, only concentrated. Strength drained from my legs like water through a sieve. I staggered, clutching the wound. Blood seeped warm between my fingers. Kael’s roar shook the cavern. He abandoned his opponent and barreled toward me, shifting back to human as he caught me before I fell. Damon was there a second later, eyes wild.

Three steps away from me lay the machete on the ground, maybe he noticed what my instinct had told me, he ran towards me while I ran for the machete, he knocked me down with brute force but my struggling hands still stretched forward to grab the machete, I caught the handle, I could see him in front of me smiling wickedly. I pulled the machete then thrusted it upwards, piercing roughly through his ribs. He stared at me with surprise on his face, his body unwilling to act on his will. He slowly fell being soaked by the sticky blood which dripped from his ribs, he reached the ground, head first plunged before the other parts followed while my hands trembled roughly. My brains making crazy rhy

One of the other men had black hair slicked back and carried a long bow. The last of the three men had two different eye colors, one brown and one green, he carried a black mace. Then there was General Jerome. His armor seemed to be the most extravagant with them all. He all but strutted forward twirling his battle axe in his hand. I hid all emotion from my face and got into position. Once the crowds cheering quieted, a horn of sorts sounded, echoing around the arena, signaling for the beginning of the battle. The first to charge was 'Mrs. Copper'-the woman with copper hair. She jumped up spinning a full 360°, gaining momentum for her strike. She brought her lance down with a battle cry. I p

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

A human figure bound by chains was wrapped in the blood. At this time, the human figure was tightly pulled, and all the muscles and veins in his body were sealed. His skin and flesh were broken, and blood gushed out like a spring. His robe was shining, but it was constantly broken by the King's Chain of the Netherworld. Every time it exploded, it seemed as if steel had exploded, and in a moment, it turned into pieces of cloth all over the sky. The cultivator was still holding the long blade that had attacked Caspian.