Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Classic Mode 2

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.

She took a deep breath and reached for the small, concealed compartment in her robe. She pulled out a single, jagged shard of glass she had hidden from the farmhouse ruins. “The key is in the blood.” She didn't hesitate. She pressed the glass into the soft skin of her forearm, right over the vein. As the blood began to well, she felt the "Lethal Bond" thrumming. The separation wasn't weakening her love; it was sharpening it into a weapon. She walked to the smart-mirror—a high-tech St. Claire product that was connected to the house’s main server. She smeared her blood across the camera lens in a specific, rhythmic pattern.

POV: Calista Rivers The first thrall cleared the ladder rail with its red eyes locked onto my throat. It didn’t breathe because the air around its jaw rippled with foul heat. I didn’t wait for it to stabilize its stance. I stepped into its guard, my left hand jamming into the smoky mass of its shoulder to anchor its position while my right drove the silver blade straight through its sternum. The second thrall was already over the rail behind me. Its obsidian claws scraped across my shoulder blade and tore through the tough leather of my jacket and sliced a clean line across my skin.

Blood drips from my chin, my palms, my ribs. The fifth step glows sickly green. I snarl and slam my torn hand down on it, shoving raw blood and fury into the crack—the stone screeches—a sound like a throat-ripping apart under too much strain. The runes burst. The teeth crack, spitting bone shards across the walls. The entire stairwell heaves—convulsing like a dying animal trying to puke up its own heart. Kael grabs my arm and yanks me upright with bruising force—no comfort, no apology.

They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger. “Take the ones left, I’ll go right. Azea, the ones up front are yours.”, he said before rushing at them. They seem agitated and start rushing at him too. “Blood Art: Blood Mist.” A dark red mist covered them as he entered. Since it was just blood, it gave him the exact position of everything in the mist. He started firing at all of them, hearing them screech continuously as his blood ate away at them. He made quick work of them as they couldn’t sense where he was. They’re weaker than I expected. Is that–

To Pride. First Blood. Another one. Creek’s smile dies. “Four?” He looks at me. At Cove. At Ash. At Pride. “Mother’s greedy.” “Mother’s done,” I say. I pull the bone knife. No more talking. I throw it. Not at Creek. At the ground between us. It hits. Sticks. And the gold vines change. They go from the knife. Out. Like a web. They touch every Blackmire wolf. Every Redfang. Every Duskbane.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)