Bloody Lance Elden Ring Novels & Stories

He narrowed his eyes at the title and I realized that he wasn't completely comfortable with it. “There has been war, targeting mostly Lycans. Most of the lycan clans have been destroyed. Mine is the only one still standing in the south. We don't know who these people are, they move smoothly, too smoothly. The seers say they use black magic. That's all we know” I explained. He pondered for a while, “That may explain how they moved so quickly without being noticed. I sympathize with you and your people. But what exactly do you want with us?”

He was very upset, and he was already losing. At that moment the blood moon began to rise, shining in the sky with its characteristic reddish color, and the battle was getting more and more intense. The screams and sounds of claws clashing against bodies were becoming intense. The wolves and lycans of the alliance were getting stronger, but it was not enough. Denis also seemed to be affected by the moon. He got up from the ground and started throwing everyone through the air again. However, someone managed to cut off his hand with a sword made of silver. That weakened him even. Despite that, he was still standing.

A fountain of dark red blood gushed over his lip. "Don't hold back, I said," I growled, my vision tinting crimson. Deep inside my mind, my lycan woke up, letting out a wild, booming laugh that rattled my ribs. She was enjoying this. Leonardo wiped the blood from his mouth and came at me with full force. We locked up, chest to chest, exchanging a rapid-fire barrage of brutal short-range blows. I took a hit to the ribs, gave one back to his jaw, and finally grabbed his elbow, using his own forward momentum to flip him over my hip.

“A… sort of coming of age ritual that all Lycans undergo when they win their first battle.” I swallowed hard, looking around at all of them. I wasn’t a Lycan, and yet… I didn’t feel like a Werewolf right now, either. Not after what I had just done. “It contains a blessing,” Ember added for clarification. “A way to cleanse yourself of the negative energy of the kill.” “And to help your opponent pass on in the next life,” Eric chimed in. My eyes darted over to Hannah, who still lay motionless on the forest floor. I didn’t care about myself right now, about the bad energy associated with killing someone. All I cared about was ensuring that Hannah could rest peacefully.

When we arrived, Jake and I stopped our bikes at the foot of the forest where we could see everything. And I was right. The moment the assassins showed themselves, Elowen reached back and cut herself. “Fuck.”I cursed and balled my fists when I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent. For ordinary wolves, lycans and vampires, her scent will entice them and they would think of it as special, but none of them knows that it is the most powerful blood there is. A golden blood. Not a few minutes later, hungry wolves who probably smelled her blood and wanted to tear her to pieces, showed. Elowen quickly drove away after covering her wound, and the rogues' attention shifted to the human flesh aroun

He was quick, but the Dharmic Cutter was positively a horror on its own! Lance narrowed his eyes from the tremendous pressure but leaped forward fearlessly! He had returned from Imperium, after all, and it filled him with a sense of superiority! Clang! As spear and sword collided, Lance managed to parry Caleb's Dharmic Cutter, but had nowhere to maneuver when the twelve flying swords were cutting him off completely! Whoosh! Lance was shocked by the eerie hum of the airblades, but his six spears also shot out… only to be shredded by the flying swords!

Grey repeated with the same expression. “There is a problem though, you can only find it at the top of Mount Wateren, and it shows up only on a red moon,” I explained further. Grey kept mute, thinking through what I had said to him. He had to say yes. Lance had to be healed one way or another and this was the perfect way considering I didn’t have my powers anymore. “Does Lance know this?” Grey asked finally and I groaned. “You know how he’ll react about this,” I said but Grey shifted away from me in discomfort.

Blood seeping out around Lance’s claws. “You're right, I only do what's good for me. You should have stayed good for me.” Lance said as he pushed his claws sideways and out of Bruce’s neck. Blood poured down over Lance’s hand and Bruce’s body. Bruce’s body slumped downwards Pulling Lance with him, as his claws were still inside of Lance’s chest. Lance grabbed ahold of Bruce hand and yanked it away from him. He then stepped backwards letting Bruce’s body slump to the floor. Blood puddles out around Bruce’s body as it empties itself. Lance smirked, holding his chest. As Buce died a rush of power went into Lance. He shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He had just become the Alpha of City Light

The devastation seeped into my skin slowly, like an airborne toxin that would kill me in seconds. "You never did know your place, did you Goremaster?" Marino cut him off, his tone cutting. "He didn't even want to be your heir. I was the talent. The butcher that killed for you. I am fucking Goremaster. The main event. I gave you everything you asked for. Still, it was always fucking Ghostblade. You deserve to die for your stupidity," Lance ranted, looking trigger happy once more. I gripped the gun in my hands firmly once more. I already killed him once. What was one more time?

The dust being flown by the wind is death-like. I readied myself as the stomping of horses came nearer. My claws shine as it is reflected by the sun's rays. My beautiful red eyes with vertical pupils glowed. The monster in me shouts for war. War! Right, we need this to free Ehtrehto Edis from the cruelness of the Aquans and their God Yquino. "They're near," I heard Prince Lance say. "Fucking near," Hugo muttered.