Bloodline Slayer Lyrics Novels & Stories

White light exploded behind his eyelids. For a terrifying moment, the world was nothing but a high-pitched ring and the metallic taste of copper flooding his mouth. He lay there, gasping for air that refused to enter his lungs. He felt a warm, wet trickle start at his hairline, sliding down past his eyebrow to sting his eye. "Get him up," a voice barked from above, dripping with cruel amusement. "Look at him. The powerful Han Heir, lying at our feet like a sack of trash. I never thought I’d see the day."

“They STOLE you. And they spit on your legacy by raising you up like you were their SON while Jamie and Lana rotted in the forest where they ambushed them. They didn’t’ even have the decency to challenge Jamie, because they knew. That fucking Alpha knew Jameson would kill him if challenged. He was stronger, faster and more motivated to protect his pack. They chased us like dogs, forced us on the run, and had you kissing their feet all this fucking time!” “I know, I KNOW. They raised me. They gave me hugs, food, brothers and a sister. They taught me to read and write and how to fight. You don’t think that I am not disgusted by all the memories swarming my brain right now? Do you really believ

The wind whipped past me, the trees blurring into streaks of green and brown. “Lyra! It’s me, George!” I shouted. The words echoed through the forest, but she didn’t falter. “She won’t stop,” Slayer’s voice growled in my mind. “Bite your hand and let some blood out.” There was no time to question him. I raised my hand and sank my teeth into my palm, the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as warm blood spilled out, painting a trail behind me, its scent thick unmistakable as it dripped to the forest floor.

They shall know love the way a moth knows fire, completely and briefly and without survival. They shall birth daughters only, so that the line continues and the punishment does not end with one. They shall die in misery as Elena's lover died in misery. This I speak into the bone of the world. This I fix into the blood of her daughters. Blood for blood, Elena. I begin with yours. * I sat with those words until they stopped feeling like words and started feeling like something else. Something with weight, something that had been sitting in my blood my entire life without my knowledge. My bloodline was cursed.

She drew closer to her ear and sang in a whisper, “End is bleak and the rise close The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame One who bleeds blue holds the fate of those Beware, every cheat has a price. Curse is on the name.” Slowly but surely, Laylin’s smile stripped and eyes widened in horror, but Sayon was quick to pull away and run giggling. For a second, Laylin stood there, frozen in disbelief before she turned around with a jerk to look for Sayon. “Wa-Wait!” She turned to follow her when another wave of shock ran through her. “Wh-What is that thing?” She murmured, stumbling a step back.

A psychic battering ram made of shared suffering. "SHE HOLDS ME BY WILL! BY SACRIFICE! NOT DEFILEMENT!" His roar vibrates through my bones, amplified by my own voice, raw and bleeding. "SHE IS MY SISTER! MY BLOOD! AND SHE IS STRONGER THAN YOUR WHOLE ACCURSED LINE!" The backlash is physical. The blood-circle shatters. Crimson light explodes outwards. Elders are thrown back, crying out in pain and shock. Torches gutter. The obsidian knife clatters from the Elder’s hand.

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.

The Dustmother moves closer. “If you rise, child of ash, the sky will bleed each year.The land will harden.The bloodline will twist.” Seren blinks. “What bloodline? I have no heir. I have no mate.” The spirit touches her chest. “You carry one.In soul, if not in womb.A future already begun.” Seren staggers a half-step back. Not in denial. In awe. “If I stop,” she whispers, “what happens?” “The storm fades.” “And the God Below?”

I pull out a blade of my own and it slices his cheek, drawing blood. He slashes back with the silver blade, aiming for my throat. I duck, spin, slam my foot into his knee and he stumbles. We are locked in a deadly dance, steel and fury colliding in the narrow space. “You’ll never be more than a shadow,” he snarls into our mind link. “You think bloodlines matter? I was born from Nox himself!” I knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat.