Blood On Ice Skyrim Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Her cries stop with a sharp gurgling sound and my stupid teenage self turns to see the real Silvermoon pack alpha as he holds her throat in his hands and she falls to the ground trying to gasp for air, her eyes wide in shock and fear, blood bubbling from her neck as her body tries to pump life back into her. “Ivy!” Enzo hisses in my ears and I shake my head, my hands flying to keep the sounds from sinking in. A small sob wracks me and the wetness on my cheeks brings me back to reality as I swipe vigorously, trying to get the blood off of me. My daddy’s blood. But when I look down at my hands, my movements still and I see that there is nothing but clear liquid there. I blink at my hands, conf

We’re both drenched in his blood and guts, it coats the walls and the floor, it covers the three other dead bodies, and stains the old cot. Aurora stands up, turning to face me, her mouth is dropped open in complete surprise and her eyes are bulging out of her head. “I take it you didn’t expect that to happen?” I say, dragging a hand down my face to wipe away bits of Isaac. She shakes her head slowly, “I could feel his blood. I just wanted to draw it out of him, I… I didn’t realize it would do that.” “Are you in any pain?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

"From the sky. And it hurt—not just the fall, but everything. The pain was everywhere like it lived in my bones. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but then the snow started falling. It was beautiful, soft... until I realized it was mixed with ash." Lykan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. "When I looked down, the snow was red. Not pink, not stained. Red. Thick. Blood soaked everything. My hands were drenched in it, and I didn't even know why. Then I heard it—screaming, sobbing. Wolves howling. People are dying. The air smelled like burning flesh." Dominic flinched.

He caught me just before I hit the ground, cradling my weakening body in his arms. “Alina! Alina,” he whispered my name in a trembling voice, full of shock—and was that... panic I heard? “My girl,” he choked out. I lowered my gaze, and that’s when I saw it—his hands, stained with blood. My blood. He was pressing hard on my torso, trying to stop the bleeding, but crimson was already seeping through his fingers. Beneath us, the snow was no longer white—it had turned a deep, wet red. The stain spread rapidly, devouring the purity of the fresh snowfall.

Rasmus’s eyes went wide with a comical look of utter shock, a gurgling sound bubbling from the ruin of his neck. A hot, torrential spray of blood erupted from the wound, showering Winter. It soaked her face, her hair, her dress, a sudden, shocking baptism of crimson.

The frozen trenches of the Forbidden Mountains screamed with a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, howling blizzards, and exploding dark magic. Following my command, Beta Thomas and the soldiers had sliced their own palms, coating their silver swords in blood. The effect was instantaneous and breathtaking. Every time a blood-slicked blade collided with a blue-eyed phantom warrior, it disintegrates the skeletal phantoms into clouds of black ash. We were actively pushing them back, carving a bloody path up the snow-covered mountain ridges.

She was bleeding from the dagger wound, and as Jade's eyes fell upon the wound, he was hit with another shock. Kalista's blood wasn't red—it was blue.

Blood for Fire The forest was alive with whispers, not the natural kind, no wind brushed through these trees, no birds dared sing. The sound came from the ritual itself, from the runes etched in silver ash around me, their glow pulsing in time with a heartbeat that wasn’t my own. Ivy’s blood. I crouched at the circle’s edge, my hand hovering over the vial. Even through the glass, her blood glimmered faintly, silver threads coiling through crimson like liquid moonlight.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.