Blood On The Ice Skyrim Stuck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The icicles left my body as a projectile, sinking itself into the guts of two guards before they fell to their knees with wide eyes. The others started to attack. My fingers wrapped around the throat of one of the men and I floated into the air, all thanks to the platform of ice I built with my feet. I watched as I froze him from his neck to every part of his body and once I'd done that, I flew into the air and kicked him to bits. Blood splattered on the walls, on my fucking clothes, skin and that of the guards. I had to get to Damon before Stefan was able to cause any form of havoc. So I stopped this shit show and killed, not minding if my body was getting covered in so much blood.

I spoke with a soft sigh; I shot my eyes tight. I felt a warm and moist feeling in my nose. With my index finger, I wiped my nose with my palms. The blood I saw this time was not the usual one, it was usually a few drops. I thought it was just the minor stress that I usually put myself through that caused it. I looked at my hand gloves, it was covered in thick red blood. they formed thick blood clots. I gasped, doing my best to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly.

Blood. I froze.

"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 has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h

I stood upright despite my trembling legs, gasping for breath. The sorcerer moved closer. With a swift motion, he created a long ice blade glowing with an icy blue light in his hand. The blade shot forward and carved a deep diagonal slash across my chest. The pain was unbearable. I staggered backwards, pressing a hand against the wound. My blood poured freely, dripping onto the stone floor. But then something strange happened. The blood that touched the ice blade suddenly ignited. Not ordinary fire—this fire was black, yet hotter than any normal flame.

Do it," I said, stepping toward the silver plate on the central altar. Kael looked at me, his eyes pleading. Don't. I reached out, my hand steady. I didn't need a knife; the wound from the night before hadn't fully closed. I squeezed my palm, letting a single, fat drop of my glowing, lavender-red blood fall onto the polished silver surface. The hall held its breath. The blood hit the silver. For a second, it stayed red. Then, a hiss of steam rose. The silver didn't turn black.

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.