Novel & Cerita Bloodsoaked Champion

It's not a question. "No restraint," I confirm. The room moves with purpose after that. The particular organized chaos of trained wolves preparing fast, straps being fastened, blades being checked, boots being laced with practiced efficiency. The flower arrangements nobody cleared away look increasingly surreal against all of it. White blooms and drawn swords. Someone's goblet of celebration wine still sitting half-full on a table near the door. It's been less than two hours since I stood on that platform and thought we'd won. "Alpha."

Blood poured from his wounds, his skin gray and broken, but his eyes burned with golden fire. “Kaine!” Mae screamed. He staggered forward, every step a miracle, until he stood between Mae and the champion. His chest heaved, each breath a struggle, but when he raised his hand, golden light flared so brightly it rivaled her chains. The champion paused, tilting its head as if in recognition. Kaine smiled weakly, blood staining his teeth. “Not her,” he whispered. The light erupted from him in a blinding wave, slamming into the champion with a force that shook the valley. The void in its chest flickered, shrank, and for the first time it recoiled.

This was blood turned into sport. The Eastern champion lunged, slashing with claws that gleamed like steel under the braziers’ flames. They cut across Xalor’s chest, leaving dark lines, blood spilling. The crowd howled louder, some shouting for the kill, others shouting for blood. Xalor didn’t cry out. He caught the champion’s arm in both hands, twisted, and bent it the wrong way. The crack was sharp and final. The champion roared, but it came out half broken, half animal.

I, on the other hand, had chosen the Elite Athlete System. I became America's youngest Olympic champion and one of the greatest athletes of my generation. Even Ethan Walker, the heir to the powerful Walker family, whom Emily had never been able to win over, ended up chasing me. I had both fame and fortune. Unable to accept that, Emily murdered me. And now, we were both sixteen again. Before the mysterious figure could finish speaking, Emily shouted, "I choose the Elite Athlete System!" The hooded figure revealed half of a gentle smile. "But a moment ago, you said your greatest wish was extraordinary beauty."

The champion moved forward Naramthor lunged with his short spear. The spear penetrated the wooden shield. The champion moves three steps backward. With a pirouette he lunged at Naramthor. Naramthor moved backward and impaled the champion through the throat. Blood rushed through the wound like a fountain. The man fell to the ground. Lying in a pool of he's own blood. Visions blurred before my very eyes. A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed.

Riheirk let out a ragged breath, lifting his arms in a dazed, unraveled surrender as she fluidly pulled the tunic over his head and tossed it into the shadows. For the first time in half a century, the massive, battle-hardened form of the Vanguard Commander was completely exposed in a lover's chambers. He was a mountain of raw, powerful muscle, his chest and broad shoulders heavily mapping out a lifetime of violence—crisscrossed with jagged white scars from broadswords, spears, and ancient trenches. The Sovereign Claim When Brynn straddled his lap now, there was no barrier. The impact of her smooth, flawless, and burning skin pressing directly against his rough, battle-scarred chest was a ca

Julianne's jaw dropped and she pointed out, "Is it not when someone can't do without something that they call it an addiction?" "Exactly!" Cassian said in an excited voice. "I've been drinking blood from other sources, but yours is five time more better even with a single drop."

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”

As they walked him passed me the tank holding my ankle said, “You’re a lucky boy, your death will be swift. You have to fight the champion and his vampire bitch. If you harm a hair on that woman's head, he will rip you apart.” He laughed onto the air and the echo sent chills down my spine. What the fuck am I gonna get out of this in one piece?

He turned his head around writhing in pain and, by chance, he saw that face again among the crowd. For god’s sake! What is going on? Another punch even intensified his confusion. His eyebrow arch got cut and blood flooded his left eye. Pull yourself together or they will kill you! Blaze had to do something. His opponent was the current champion and sensed precisely a moment of weakness. A big white wolf came out of him and threw himself onto the black one. He tried to get through to his throat and strangle the champion. But then ten extremely sharp claws pierced through his fur and got inside his flesh. Blaze shifted into a man again and saw Ogar’s deadly weapon inside his stomach. There was