Blood On The Ice Skyrim Stuck Novels & Stories

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. I looked over at the net through the crowd of my teammates. The ice near the line had dark blood stains on it. Orion was there. He found his balance, his hand holding his pants to keep his left arm steady. His shoulder was still out of place. The hard plastic cap of his armor was bulging under his sweater. His face was very pale. His lips were cut and bleeding onto his chin. He didn't look at his injury. He looked through the crowd at me.

"Cold as ice!" Suddenly, Omar's shout sounded from the vortex of shadows of the spear. The blue sword light suddenly gleamed, appearing out of thin air. Then, with a swooshing sound, it cut a gap in between the shadows of the spear. Soon, a blazing red color filled the hole, like ink dripping on paper and instantly smearing it.

I don’t have to be here anymore. Biting into both wrist I let my blood flow freely as it drapes over the broken pieces of ice. The valley in which I appeared shimmers with the color of my blood. I watch as my mates soul heals before my eyes. Near the end I have lost so much blood that I don’t believe I am going to make it. My breathing is shallow and I can barely remain standing. I fall to the ice as I lift me hands weakly. Using the last of my strength I bite into my wrist once more as lift my head. As I cover the last of the cracks I finally succumb to the darkness that I have long awaited.

The sight of her blood, dark and bright, flowing across her skin, hits me like a direct blow to the chest. Breaking through the protective barrier formed by my soldiers, I rush toward her with a heavy heart and a mind in despair. The dry leaves crunch under my feet, and each step feels like a monumental effort. I kneel beside Aria, feeling the coldness of her skin under my hands as I press down on the wound, trying to stop the blood from continuing to spill. But it’s futile. The blood slips through my fingers, warm and viscous, as if her life is slipping through my hands.

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.

I bow my head and look at the glass shards shattered on the floor which are stained with my blood, “But please... Let me clean this up for you before I go. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” As I promise, I slowly squat down on the floor. I wipe the blood off my face with my sleeve, and then I start to pick the glass shards up with my bare head. However, when I collect the glass shards, my blood keeps trickling down and turning them red. My fingers turn red in no time as I touch the glass.

But right now, my main focus was reaching the cellar, where a combination of musky air and the metallic tang of blood greeted me. As I enter the room, the coppery smell of blood hits me like a wall. The floor is slick with it, and I struggle to keep my feet steady as I approach Cal’s limp body. His breathing is shallow as I leave footprints along the floor, making my way over to him. “Cal?” My voice is barely a whisper, but he doesn’t respond. I focus my magic, calling for bandages to wrap around his wrists where he has been bleeding profusely. The white fabric materialises in my hands as I frantically wrap his wrists, but it quickly becomes saturated with deep red stains. I keep wrapping, h

Something drops on the floor, I reach for my nose as it appears to be the place with the bleeding. I never thought i'd be in such a position. It's thick red blood, as red as a wolfs eyes, as red as rubies, am certain I didn't eat anything I didn't make so what happened. "Diana! Diana!! Anna!!!..." What, what's happening. Everything feels so blurry... It's cold, white substance falls on my shoulder, it quickly turns into water causinge to feel it through my top. Snow? In June? And that too inside a house.

The ribs part like curtains. Inside: a cathedral of frozen blood and candlelight. In the center, suspended in a sphere of black ice, float three perfect crown shards—pulsing like dying hearts. I step forward and speak the softest, cruelest word I own now: Thaw. The ice explodes into harmless steam. The shards scream (literally) as they tear free and slam into my bloodstone in a triple flash of crimson lightning. Crown HUD: 38 / 47 → 41 / 47