Novel & Cerita Bloodbender Episode

Selena jumping out of the shadows and into the clearing startled everyone. Fester's unwavering concentration faltered for a mere fraction of a second, a lapse that would seal his doom. It was all the opportunity Sangre needed, a sinister opening in the armor of invincibility. In an instant, Sangre's hands thrust forward, piercing through Fester's chest with brutal force, emerging on the other side like macabre sentinels of impending demise.

The saber apparition swept over the rushing desert pirates like lightning. "Argh!" The desert pirates screamed amid the ferocious blade apparition. More than 100 desert pirates died in less than two minutes in a pool of blood. Ambrose's body was dyed red with blood, as if he were a god of death. Of course, the blood that stained him red belonged to his adversary. "Heather! Heather!" Ambrose killed two more desert pirates at the time and shouted, "Heather! Where are you?" Ambrose's face was flushed with fear as he yelled. What was the point of living if something terrible happened to Heather?

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

"You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout." Cinder stepped forward, her obsidian tipped spear lowered but her amber eyes filled with a desperate and predatory hunger. She held out a small, sun-fired clay bowl. Maya pulled a small silver-edged blade from her belt and made a tiny, precise incision on the palm of her hand. As the single drop of Silver Crest blood hit the bottom of the bowl, the reaction was not violent. It did not explode into flame.

I fought with all my might, my dagger flashing in the air as I took down one blood drinker after another. Just as it seemed like we had the upper hand, one of the blood drinkers lunged at me from behind, sinking its fangs deep into my flesh. I cried out in pain as I felt the warm rush of blood leaving my body. I knew I had to act fast, or I would end up like so many other victims of the blood drinkers. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I managed to twist out of the creature's grip, driving my dagger deep into its heart. It let out a final scream before falling to the ground, dead.

There was only Lyra, kneeling on the concrete, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Then, Kira stepped into the frame. The footage showed Kira reaching out, her hands locking onto Lyra's shoulders. The camera zoomed in as the dark, swirling vortex of the Blood Heir’s essence began to pull from Lyra's skin, the golden light of the Nightbreeze lineage draining into Kira’s veins. It looked brutal. It looked systematic.

Darkness envelops me, but somehow I still see, even though my eyes are still shut. Or are they? That intense feeling bubbles in my chest again, but this time. It takes over. Pain shoots up my hands as I feel the skin of my fingers tearing apart as it elongates. It’s brutal, scary but there’s a power surge in me that numbs it all. And I strike. Someone shouts and jumps away. I don’t stop swinging my arms, they fly everywhere hitting whatever and whoever is in my line of vision. Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again.

In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused. There’s one near the window where she’s mid-dance, her hair caught in motion like she’s spinning. Lily. I stop breathing for a second. I’ve seen her face before. In the news articles I read late at night when I couldn’t sleep, in the photos that played on the television coverage of the accident. But those felt distant, like something that happened to other people in another world. This is different. This is real. These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back.

His eyes zeroed on my blood-stained face. I didn't mean to sound rude, I swear. Gibson, by name, was only trying to show concern. But that's not what I need right now, I'm already choked up on my Dad doing that too much. I know I look frightening now. I'm no different from the zombie dressed in a lab coat from World War Z he had watched last night. While I was busy trying to quiet Gibson with the little energy I had in me, the other guy, I couldn't quite remember his name, had drawn the rest of the class’s attention towards our angle.

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.