Bloodiest Battle In Human History の小説・ストーリー

More tears spilled out of my eyes as I listened and I could not tell how may times I envied them. "It was when she attacked him and Uther hurt her that I lost my cool. My rage got the better of me and attacked him too. This time, I did not hold back. I could tolerate someone hurting me but I could not stand it when it was done to the people I loved.That was when the battle turned into a fierce one. We both became bloody and none of us was ready to back down. It was the greatest battle I had ever fought my entire life since it was fuelled with my rawest emotions," he narrated. I shook my head at the intensity in his gaze. His eyes had darkened as he talked about the memory and I immediately k

Mara Johnathan is filthy and smells of death, but I don’t care. I roll into his arms and cuddle tightly against him. It’s all I can do. I can barely move as it is. I feel as if a bulldozer ran over me, and left me on the streets to bleed to death. I can't process it. All that blood, the pain, the suffering, the death. I even feel sorry for the human soldiers who had to endure that brutal battle.

While the vampires and lycanthropes with the help of humans used weapons and supernatural powers to finish off the wolves, who were gradually falling, returning to their human form, thus being defeated. It was a great battle; the city barely shook with the roar of the opponents. DarkVille had won this battle, but not the war, and it was at a great cost, there were losses of vampires, of lycanthropes, there were also losses of humans, the city was in ruins, in the most recent history of the city had never seen an image as desolate as the one reflected that night. Lea was wounded, she had a big bite on her arm, she was pale and confused, tears were barely falling down her cheeks.

“The human race were still ignorant, over time-” “They did not improve,” she interrupts me. “What they did do was find better, faster ways to kill each other.” She grabs my hand again, flying with me through history. Showing me the wars. The suffering. The disasters mankind visited upon themselves. The pure evil of some people – a lot of them doing things that are far worse than anything I’d ever seen a vampire do.

It was a relief that the Riverside army had been wiped out. We arrived at the scene and I grabbed the sword that Beta Derrick threw my way. "Stay close but do not follow too closely. I am entering the zone where the battle is the hottest," Beta Derrick warned as he launched into the battle. My eyes blinked at the scene before me, I remained stuck in a spot without realising it. The sight was more gory than the battle at the Shifters pack. Dismembered bodies lay strewn on the ground. Burnt bodies of humans and wolves smelled. Arrows flew all around and one could hardly walk without falling into the path of an arrow, stepping over a dead body or a blood pond.

“We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t know she was directly affecting history.” I wracked my brain, sorting through every history lesson I’d ever endured as a young pup. There was one battle that stuck out in my mind. It was one of the first our kind had ever participated in, and was the only one that had anything to do with castles, kings, and armored knights seeking glory. “You’re talking about the Hunters war. That…” I pinched my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping. “That was two thousand years ago. You three were alive for that?”

Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

"The cause of all the fights was because of them." "You can still find a record of the battle between the Inuit and the Human Clan, but after the Inuit was sealed, another big battle broke out in the world. My Inuit also exerted a lot of strength in this battle. That ancient battlefield was not left behind by the Human Clan and the Inuit, but by that clan. In that battle, all the experts in the world died. In the end, that clan was suppressed in the ancient battlefield. This is why there was no record left."

The bloody diversionary and dreadful legal which takes a lot of lifes and properties. There is enough to say in the bloody battle which began from blood to greif. Out of the Air a voice without face, proved by statistics that some cause was just in tones as dry and level place. No one cheered and nothing was discussed. They matched away, enduring a belief, whose logic brought them somewhere else to grief. Yes, quaint and curious war it is, the battle which takes a lot of lifes of good men. The most painful news was the death of the legend of the jungle, which some couldn't believe that he fell in a pool of blood and couldn't rise again. But the fact there is that,the legend of the jungle Sha