Blood On Ice Skyrim Novels & Stories

"Indeed, Princess." "We just want to ask a bit of your consideration. We badly need the help of the magical healer from the west. And there's only one thing that could please him. The wine 'Blood of the Wise'. This is a very crucial time for us, Mr. Elixr. I hope you would understand." "Now I see where you're coming from." He nodded and went to the chair in front of the rectangular table. "Have a seat, Princess and gentlemen." I was about to sit but the ironclad arm around my waist stopped me.

Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

The sight of her blood, dark and bright, flowing across her skin, hits me like a direct blow to the chest. Breaking through the protective barrier formed by my soldiers, I rush toward her with a heavy heart and a mind in despair. The dry leaves crunch under my feet, and each step feels like a monumental effort. I kneel beside Aria, feeling the coldness of her skin under my hands as I press down on the wound, trying to stop the blood from continuing to spill. But it’s futile. The blood slips through my fingers, warm and viscous, as if her life is slipping through my hands.

*Ainslee* Sticky red blood drips down my face, covering my alabaster white gown, dripping down in rivulets. I gasp in shock, wondering how King Axel managed to spill the chalice all over me. But there’s more blood than what was just in the cup. It’s everywhere. I wipe my hand over my cheek and pull away bits of bone and brains. “O-Oh Goddess…” I cry out, wiping more, trying to get it off me.

Something drops on the floor, I reach for my nose as it appears to be the place with the bleeding. I never thought i'd be in such a position. It's thick red blood, as red as a wolfs eyes, as red as rubies, am certain I didn't eat anything I didn't make so what happened. "Diana! Diana!! Anna!!!..." What, what's happening. Everything feels so blurry... It's cold, white substance falls on my shoulder, it quickly turns into water causinge to feel it through my top. Snow? In June? And that too inside a house.

not blue, not fire, but a spark of pure, cold silver, flickered deep within the Frost-Wyrm’s den. Aria, huddled in the freezing dark, looked at her bleeding hand. The blood wasn't green. It wasn't black. It was glowing with a soft, ethereal light that the Frost-Wyrm was leaning down to lick.

Cursing, I right myself, glancing down at my hand where pain stings overwhelmingly. Scarlet coloured blood floods from a wound in my hand, likely sliced from a stray piece of ice. I watch in horror as it pools in my palm before dripping onto the snow beneath, staining the pristine white blanket with crimson drops. Resting my uninjured hand on my stomach, I try not to let the nausea and panic overwhelm me, getting up to my feet despite my shaky legs. At a quick pace, I quickly make my way toward the cabin in the distance, battling across our snowy backyard as warm blood through my fingers and down my arm.

His eyes widened as he gagged blood pooling out of his mouth and neck. He was pulled out by the guy and Logan laughed staring at the sword. "A silver sword eh" He laughed again and began caressing his scar. ✵EMBER WOLVES DISTRICT ✵ MELANTHA'S ROOM * Melantha weakly walked inside her room, blood all over her body , her body condition was more worse than Aeris's. Shivani ran in after her mistress and she rushed to get the healing materials. Melantha fell on the bed and she winced loudly.

John’s voice barked from somewhere above me. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the puck or the net. I saw a pair of forest-green eyes drowned in fear. I felt the ghost of smooth soft skin under my thumb. The mood around me felt weighty, filled with the smell of metal and my own sweat. "Alan! Drop the bar!" I ignored him. I pushed. One more. One more. My heart wasn't just beating; It was pounding against my ribs like a scared animal. It was an endless, hard thump that matched my heartbeat in my throat.