Blood On The Ice Skyrim Stuck の小説・ストーリー

Aurora’s body goes limp, and I cradle her in my arms. Fuck. This didn’t exactly go as planned. I press the sleeve of my sweater to her eye in an attempt to stop the bleeding which seems to slow now that she has lost consciousness. I wipe some of the blood from her face with my other sleeve; my immaculately white sweater now dyed crimson.

Metallic blood. The bow fell from my hands and the room spun around me. One entire part of my tank top was soaked in blood. The red pool steadily leaked from my wrist. Still, I couldn’t feel the pain but I was dizzy. “Amber!” Mina was the first one to break the silence, rushing towards me immediately.

The young man felt a cold breeze and swallowed nervously. - From below! On right! Stabbing from above! Right again! – the knight only managed to shout out warnings. Drops of blood fell on the amethyst stones. Tristan squeezed his shoulder. A thin scarlet stream flowed from under his fingers. William watched in confusion as Tantario tried to dodge the void.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

Only August and Gwendolyn were spared; Kingsley had thrown them to the other side of the room. Ishild hadn't noticed. Instead, she smiled as the blood began raining down and splattering her pale skin with flecks of red. She lifted her head as it continued to fall, a serene smile on her face. Elric pushed Saffron harder towards the exit. She slipped on the blood-slicked floor and he grabbed her, trying to break her fall.

The sky above was shrouded in a heavy, ominous darkness and rolling clouds. Struggling to move, I pushed myself until I reached the summit, looked out, and nearly puked. The ground was a mess of churned mud and clotted blood. I felt it seeping through my clothes, marking me with the gore. The bodies of various supernatural creatures were strewn haphazardly across the vast expanse, their final moments captured in gruesome, frozen moments. Swords gleamed. A dragon's wing was bent at an unnatural angle, burning up in a great purple fire. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of burning flesh.

I stumble but catches myself just in time before I could fall. The room is chaos. A man is sprawled on the floor with blood soaking through his white button-down shirt and seeping into the cracks of the stone tile. His face is pale and lips are already tinged with blue, but even though he's bleeding out fast there's still life in his eyes. A bullet hole seems to be in his chest but I don't have much time to assess the situation because my gaze wanders to the Ice King's sister who is cradling this man's head in her lap. Her hand is over the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but it's useless.

His gaze was fixed on nothing, pupils blown wide, hi face blank with shock. He turned slowly, breathing steady, and walked toward Azxel. His shoes left faint red prints on the floor. Azxel didn’t look up until Sky was right in front of him. Sky crouched, bringing them eye level. His hands still slick with blood rose gently to Azxel’s face. He wiped at the tear tracks on Azxel’s cheeks with his thumbs, smearing blood across his pale skin. The edge of the folded knife in his right hand pressed lightly against Azxel’s jaw as he did it just enough for the metal to kiss skin, a tiny sting that drew a thin bead of blood.

Cold blue bleeding off the spearheads. The air in that corridor was thick as clotted blood. Every step forward, the chest smashed through another frozen layer of it. At the end of the corridor, a ring of glass windows twisted the daylight into a single column. The light didn't fall. It slammed down. Molten white poured straight from the zenith and scorched the black basalt floor into a blinding pool. I stepped into the pool of light.

Hie heart skipped. Xanth was quick to stumble out of the house behind him, hoping to try and stop Ryder before he would go on a killing spree but he too paused when he noticed the blood on the white snow. “What happened here?’ He asked. “Where is Lyra?” Ryder asked as well. “And Iris... wait…” Xanth squinted and leaned forward, looking far out. “What is that in the snow?” Without waiting, both Ryder and Xanth ran in a blur until they were close to the thing they had both seen, only that it was not just a thing, it was Iris, bleeding terribly and barely conscious.