Blood On The Ice Skyrim Stuck Novels & Stories

*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.

Instead of the ice hitting Jim's chest, the spike only hit his shoulder but enough to make him scream in agony. Red crimson fluid immediately streamed out from Jim's impaled wound and fell like cherry red raindrops to the clear crystal floor, staining such vivid glass. Jim then stepped backward to remove his shoulder from the ice spike and he stood up grunting in pain. Blood is still flowing from the wound to his arm and continuously drop to the icy floor creating a mini pool of roses. While Mayari stared at him with unseen lament and irritation for not being able to kill him. His bloody scream didn't satisfy her one bit.

She coughed violently between screams, expelling the last of her blood onto the glacier blue as the ice entombed her. Evrek stopped beside his cloak on the snow next to blood. Loera’s blood. Harsh winds may have hidden her prints, but he tracked the places where she was coughing blood. Her lungs were freezing. The ice crystals forming in them were causing her to drown in her own blood. He knew he would have to change her, or she would die. His golden beast suddenly stopped. A shard of blue ice smeared with blood stood before him. His beast inched forward and looked into the open crevasse. The man came forth and shouted into the earth’s fracture.

She says sternly, and I look at her, the haze in my head finally clearing. “Huh?” “Whose blood is this?” I look down for the first time, realizing just how bad it looks. My hands are a deep maroon with cracks of skin showing through where the blood has dried on me. I look at my arms and at my shirt, only to see I have it there as well. “Uh, I had to do something for Alpha Artemis,” I say and her face falls, her lips going pale. “Kira…” she asks in a whisper, stepping back. There is no need for her to expand on the question. I know what she is asking.

Chasing Wind’s blood then spurted all over and covered the ground. “Chasing Wind.” Tyr wanted to shout, but he realized that something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. Next, Zillion was sliced by Luc, too, followed by Pawn. Luc then held a head and looked at Tyr while he laughed maniacally. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The entire area was covered in blood. Even the walls were stained with red. Lastly, even the moon turned red. The moon was covered in a thick layer of blood, and the blood was bleeding outward into the sky, covering the entire sky in red.

Once I'd even cleaned out gutters just so I could get Drew the nicest ice-skates for his performance. I went straight to my locker and then I pushed he b uttons of my password and it came open. And my eyes widened as red, smelly liquid poured out, drenching me whole, my mouth opened in a gasp as I stepped back, trying to salvage what remained of the situation, but it was already too late. Feet halted. Eyes turned to look at me. The strange girl who had one thing or another happening to her every week she spent in school. I wrung my hands and my nose went up as I realized that this was pig's blood.

Dammit, you should have gotten used to these kinds of situation, MOVE! I kneeled down and fixed his body on the ground. I pulled my hands from his body to only it is covered with his warm blood. It is Jero's blood. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I found myself screaming. My eyes have gone sorely blurry from my tears as I face the night sky. I continued to shout that I can feel my throat going sorely dry and hurtful. My saliva is choking me to death. I can't breathe. Despite my loud scream, I heard his voice.

Looking down, I see blood on my hands. Panicking, I turn on the shower and step under it, fully clothed. Scrubbing my hands, but it stays. "Asher!" Zyra's shout goes ignored as I try to scrub the blood from me, but it doesn't seem to disappear or remove. "Please, Asher!"

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.

I felt it pressing on the roof of the arena. Breathe. Just breathe. I couldn’t. I stared at the ice and saw blood in my head. Knox on his back, his eyes rolling. The crack when he hit. I did that. My wolf did that. And the worst part was she liked it and wanted more. I pressed my forehead to the glass. It was cold. It helped a little. Out on the ice the game kept going. My team was down a player because of me. Northridge smelled blood now. They attacked so hard.