Novel & Cerita Blood On Ice Skyrim

The blood dripping from her head into her eyes. She was still on the floor. She opened her eyes. She looked back. 'Look at that! Her blood...it's glowing!' Pursuer 1 said and made to touch it. 'No! Don't touch that!' Another pursuer said but it was already too late. He was enchanted with the blood and touched it. Then he fell down and died.

I touch my face, as if unsure what I will find. But as I pull them away, my cheeks are damp. My hands were covered in silvery liquid. No, not silvery liquid. Blood. Lo is bleeding. And it is everywhere.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

But now, with the drastic drop in temperature, that mist solidified, turning into snowflakes made of blood. It was a shocking sight—an eerie phenomenon. The gathered warriors fell into silence, holding their breath. Even Brantley and Waylon, proud geniuses in their own right, watched intently. The battle was about to begin. "Horseback Blade!" Draven wasted no time and unleashed one of his ultimate techniques right away. At their level, there was no need for meaningless prewarning. "Ice Spear!" Umbra harnessed the crimson snow, forging a blood-colored spear of ice and hurling it forward.

Mo Jinyan coughed out blood before falling, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. "Thud!" A muffled sound rang out when Mo Jinyan hit the snowed-on ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth like a leaky faucet. His eyes were wide open with dissatisfaction as he stared at Xiao Chen in the air, but he couldn't even say a word. Both the humans and the wind on the summit quieted down. No one said anything. The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was damaged and its Sword Spirit heavily injured. Mo Jinyan had even used blood sacrifice earlier, which meant that he was now half-dead.

More blood drips onto the floor into tiny pools. "You should be scared," I snarl. I take a threatening step forward. He grins more. "I like it when you act strong. It shows how weak you really are." I jump forward and stab his hands into the lockers, pinning him in place. I reach forward and wrap my hands around his throat. Pushing back, I shove him up against the locker with a crash. Tiny turrets of blood leak from his wrists. His blood is acidic, but my wings are resistant to it. As long as it doesn't touch my skin I should be fine.

My head jerked to the side, to my shoulder, where the warm liquid hit. It all happened so fast that I didn't even feel fear. Looking up, the truth hit me in the face hard. All the blood on the wolf's white fur: it was Amon's blood. Suddenly, it was so clear that he was hurt. The way he flew, sharp turns, short sudden drops, not gliding across the sky like he had done earlier. The blood poured down and colored the beautiful blue scales, so they looked like they were black. Like small streams down a wild mountain, the blood split into smaller rivers covering his scales, and when I looked down on myself this time, I could see my skin and clothes were already stained with a deep red color.

Blood is covering her chest and her head has fallen forward as her limbs swing slightly back and forth from where I just bumped into her. I take a couple rapid steps back and my feet slip in the blood on the tile floor. I loose grip on Owen’s hand as I fall backwards, throwing my hands back to catch my fall. My body is now covered in the thick warm pool that is their blood as I attempt to scream again. I have lost my voice as once again, nothing comes out.

He tilted his head back, downing the draught himself, then leaned over me and crushed his lips to mine. He tilted his head, forcing the warm liquid from his mouth to mine. But before I could swallow, a violent spasm wracked my body and I began to vomit. Clots of black blood, mixed with shimmering, silver particles, spewed from my mouth. The particles glittered eerily under the light, seeming to writhe as if they were alive. The color drained from Fenris's face. He was horrified. "What… What is this?" he stared at the silver flecks. "Where the hell is the healer? Get in here now!"

Each step was agony as Scarlett hauled herself through the frost-kissed halls, her body a ruin from Winter’s claws, blood dripping from her right shoulder and side, she pressed a trembling hand to the gashes, her other palm scraping the icy stone walls for support. Her silver hair hung matted with sweat and blood, her honey-brown eyes clouded with grief—Skye’s betrayal and her own defiance turned to pain, crushed under the Lycan’s wrath.