Blood On The Ice Skyrim Stuck Novels & Stories

Vardan kicked Sora’s ribs until the youth collapsed into the frozen snow. A stinging pain exploded in Sora’s chest. He coughed, vomiting clear fluid mixed with silver flecks onto the cold white surface. The sound of Vardan’s footsteps approached, heavy and certain, crushing the ice crust beneath his boots. "Get up. You move like a human waiting for death," Vardan growled.

I tell him. He rips the bottom of his shirt off and ties it around my arm to help stop the bleeding. I notice he has blood on his hands already before he even touches me, and it’s smeared across the borrowed shirt, too. And then I look down. It’s covering our shoes, slowly rolling across the floor, a sticky crimson river flowing in the direction that is easiest, the direction that contains the path of least resistance. But where is it coming from? Mim.

He stepped right up to the port, his breath fogging the exterior glass. "Look at the floor!" Bianca screamed, her voice cracking into a sob. She reached for the water bottle on the tray and squeezed it hard, letting the liquid pool beneath her hips, mixing with the smears of red from her split knuckles. In the dim amber light, it looked like a dark, spreading stain. "It’s the blood! It’s the blood of the heir! Call a medic! Get the manual override! Ahh! F**king help me!"

This was my doing – my silver attack five years ago had poisoned her heart, and now she was drowning in her own blood. I tried to wipe the crimson fluid from her face, but it continued to flow, staining her formal pack robes and the moonstone-infused healing pillow beneath her head. The contrast of her blood – bright red with that terrible silver shimmer – against the pristine white of the bedding was grotesque, each new stain a fresh wound on my heart. "Stay with me, little wolf," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please, Aria. Don't leave me." Her body continued to convulse, her struggles growing weaker with each passing second. The blood flowing from her mouth seemed endless, as if her body

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.

Luckily it came out easily, my lips curled slightly, I inhaled shakily, the tile beneath me was now slippery and it wasn't from sweat. The space was small, but somehow I was able to curl my body into it, the walls, pressed down on my bulging stomach, I spat a mouthful of my blood, my chest tightening. “Keep going,” Luna said through gritted teeth, Her words reminded me of why I was fighting in the first place, why I couldn't die now, slowly I began clawing my way through the tiny space, my blood soaked body and clothes made it slippery and easier. Soon I saw light and with a thud, I fell out directly outside the gate onto the snow, the wind howled loudly, the white snow was instantly painted

The imposing aura from the sword pierced through the clouds. In the dark sky above Mount Higurashi, large blotches of blood rays actually appeared. These blood rays then gathered to form blood clouds and dyed half the sky into a blood-red hue. A dense, insoluble, bloody aura even began to emanate from the blood clouds. Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Clara Beck and her family couldn’t withstand the strong, imposing aura any longer. They all knelt on the ground.

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.

And then, I saw the center of the clearing. ​My knees hit the ice before my mind even registered that I was falling. ​The snow wasn't white anymore. It was stained a deep, sickening crimson that looked almost black under the silver moonlight. A large, frozen pool of blood sat in the middle of the lake, looking like a jagged, open wound on the earth itself. Scattered around the red site were the undeniable signs of a one-sided struggle—the deep gouges of boot heels in the ice, the shattered glass of a vehicle’s headlamp, and there, lying in the center of the crimson slush, was Malakai’s Glock 17.

I groan and double over, but Alex presses against my shoulders, holding me upright. “Skye, I want to take you to the clinic. Something's not right.” “My… bracelet. It’s in the box. P-please. Please.” “Why–” “Please?” My vision goes black. I’m suddenly back on the ice, but the landscape is far more detailed than it was before. I’m closer to the city of Aurorium this time, lingering in the vision long enough to make out the hazy fluorescent glow of the buildings in the distance. The smell of copper is so thick I choke on it. Mist rises around my legs like white snakes, and below, the ice is stained red. A thick, bloody, crimson red that melts the ice. Fresh and hot–