Blood On The River Book の小説・ストーリー

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Panic erupted as people started running in all directions. I turned to see River falling into my arms, her body drenched in blood. My heart stopped as I watched her gasping for breath, her eyes pleading for help. "No, River!" I yelled out in horror, my hands trembling with shock. River's weak smile broke my heart as she cupped my face with her bloody hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"The more the merrier." We run at breakneck speed until we get to the river. We shift back to our human forms, grab some shorts from the lockbox at the edge of the woods, and sit on the river bank. The river has a high iron content which makes the water turn red with rust. It looks like blood, hence the Blood River pack name. Not nearly as ominous as the rumors would have you think. "So break it down for me, Bronx. What's her deal?" Reggie asks. I light a cigarette and explain everything I am able to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the doctors said.

“If you don't let me go, those wolves will get to us and tear us both into shreds.” “Well, I can take care of myself even though I can not say the same for you.” He smirked back in the same knowing way. He knew he was winning. River was left at a crossroads, unsure of what decision to take. Cold sweats had begun to break out of her skin. Just why was she always so unlucky in life? Her troubles had begun from the day she was born. She was tired. Really tired. She was about to think when the twigs of branches signified that the enemy was getting closer. Yet, River had no idea what enemy to be afraid of – the one coming behind her or the one in front of her?

What was flowing through the river was not a river, but a pool of blood. Ten Thousand Rivers was a very shocking scene to begin with. The entire river was covered in blood, and the psychological and visual impact it gave off was enormous. The group of people stood rooted to the spot, unable to return to their senses for a long time. After a long time, Chi Meng slowly opened her mouth. "Looks like we've found it," said Chi Meng. "Such a large river of blood, isn't it too terrifying? Heavens! How... how much blood is this?" Shangguan Qingyan could not stop herself from exclaiming.

It was so loud and violent that I thought it might burst out of my chest. I breathed heavily as I quickly stood up and scanned my surroundings. I was still in the dark storm pack but what was I doing here? Breaking into a run, my eyes found a small river and I dashed towards it as if my life depended on it. The blood on my hands made my skin crawl and all I wanted to do was to scrub it off me. Reaching the river bank, I fell to my knees, dipping my hands in the river and washing them as the water turned red.

I swayed where I stood, bile rising in my throat as his graphic details conjured visions I had tried so hard to repress - my mother and father torn limb from limb defending me, their lifeblood soaking the earth. A small broken sound escaped me. River's grin widened, his scarred face truly demonic. "And taking you as my captive after was the perfect finishing touch. I've so enjoyed watching your spirit slowly wither in my pack, pet." Red hazed my vision. With a raw scream, I flew at him in mindless fury, determined to tear his evil heart out with my bare hands or die trying. But faster than my eyes could follow, River seized my throat in an iron grip, cutting off my air. "Still just a weak li

I go where the Blood River is calm and creates a small swimming hole. The water is mixed with chunks of red ice. Iron deposits under the water make the river look like blood. In the winter, the iron concentrates and the mud turns red too. I stand on the bank and let my paws sink into the frosty crimson muck. Oh, yeah. This gives me an idea.

“THEY POISON THE HEART” by Michelle Brooke Deadmond (an excerpt) This is how it was, the mud and the rivers running red with the blood of the innocents, their many death screams filling the air. This is what it had come to, but it all needn’t have been.