Blood Reign Anime 소설 & 이야기

Her soft snort reverberated off the fractured windows. The sword slid back into its sheath with an easy sigh as the warmth of his chest disappeared. If he wanted to kill her, the sword was unlikely to stop him. His wolf was a shadow to his human form; its presence seemed to lurk in the corners behind him. Watching and waiting. The Beast, indeed. Her skin crawled, and she shivered, suddenly aware of the chill. "My brother will kill me." "I know," the desk groaned under his weight. "Which is why I want you to come back with me."

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

I know I needed to heal first before I take my revenge. Having a personal healer on my side was even more helpful. But it didn't take long before my mind started piecing stuff together. I drank Nero's blood. Marshall drank his blood too. Would that make me his daughter? Ew... Would that mean that I couldn't have sex again with him since that'll be incest? Ugh... The vampire thing was getting more and more complicated. Especially when my mind was working on other things.

Only if it wasn't for Braelyn, she could have been the successor of the throne. The more she thought like this, the more chaotic and random her fighting was. She continued to throw punches, kicks, and slaps at Braelyn as if doing that would get the true blood out of Braelyn. A wicked thought suddenly flashed in her mind. Once she wins over Braelyn, she'll drain all of Braelyn's blood. Before she was interested in the blood because of the throne but now that she had felt how powerful the blood made one. Soon Braelyn's clothes were filled with tears and there was blood on her skin. Braelyn shook her head and clutched her chest heavily. Normally, she wasn't that weak but there was a deep pain t

Scene 71: Trial of Blood Shin’s mouth opened. No sound came. Cael pulled the blade free. Blood struck the silver water. The chamber woke. Every column ignited. Raiken threw blue fire. Cael turned the black mirror toward him. The flames vanished into the glass. Shigure attacked from the left. Cael caught his sword with one bare hand. Black veins spread across his palm. You still fight like an executioner. He twisted. Shigure’s blade snapped. Hayate dragged Kiyomi behind the wolf throne. Daigo shifted and lunged across the sunken floor, but silver water rose around his legs and threw him back.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

“So… what game are we playing? What prize are we playing for? And what obstacles will I face?” Anxiously, Amino clamped his mouth, unable to say anything whilst praying that it wasn’t what they expected. However, his pray didn’t go through and his happiness shattered into a million pieces. Right in front of them, at his own platform, stood a bloody Ryuzaki and unconscious Sabrina. Ryuzaki’s hand smeared with blood and Sabrina’s ribs were soaking with red liquid. Slowly, Amino turned his face to Shadow, swallowing his thick saliva bitterly.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

He was surprised at the anger that filled him because he didn’t know this woman, didn’t feel anything for her but he felt the bloodlust rising in him. Anya turned her back on him and took her shirt off. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and Gage looked at the letters carved into her shoulder. AE. “He told me that soon I would belong to him and marked me with his initials. It was the first and last time he raped me because Lev saved me that following day and killed Viktor.” “His fucking name,” Gage said through clenched teeth. “What will you do, Gage? Will you bring him to me so I can see him suffer as I suffered? Will you let me watch you kill him?”