Bloody Lance Elden Ring Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Tobias, you…” He roared furiously. Lance climbed up from the rubble. He was also an eighth-ranked grandmaster. Therefore, he did not die despite sustaining a sneak attack. “Sir…” An old man appeared. It was Sky. Sky quickly approached Lance. Seeing Lance’s lip stained with blood, he could not help asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?” “Kill… Kill Tobias!” Lance roared furiously. As soon as he opened his mouth, he failed to suppress the injuries in his body, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The girls were huddled together in a spot as they stole glances outside. I could see dad's wolf and that of the Alpha as they tore mercilessly into rogues one after the other. I gasped as my eyes rested on Lance. He had two swords in his hands and weilded them as if they weighed nothing. His speed too wasn't ordinary. He moved through the rouges like a wind. 'Where is Dominus?' Lucia asked. I looked around but I didn't see him anywhere. My heart nearly stopped. Lucia gripped my hand and almost broke it from the pressure she was applying.

He moves quickly, pulling the cribs towards me and shielding me and the cribs with his tall, muscular frame. “Lance, I must go into hiding. Until the time is right.” “You’re injured, I’ll fetch my cousin.” “No, I will never heal, but I can use herbs and remedies to ease the pain. Lance listen carefully…” “The dagger did this to you?” He frowns at her weakening appearance. “Yes it’s a Pendle Blade.” Lance seems to understand the importance of this judging by his short intake of air, sounding almost like a gasp. “Why are you not dead? It should have killed you?” He asks before his anger sky rockets and he slowly walks towards her, every step heavy and unyielding.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

“What just happened?” Yoren froze. He did not answer, continuing to stare at the blood on his hand. All at once, a conclusion struck Yoren's mind. It seemed he finally knew the answer to all the strange events. The Beast recognised Lumerys' blood. It recognised Eirene’s blood. *

Vincent grabbed a hold of the two that headed toward Lynn ans ripped off their arms, landing a punch that went through their chest- completely destroying their hearts. Three came at him, and Lynn growled- raising the earth from the floor and crushing the three to death. It was a bloody battle. Faye and Ryuu had never observed such an intense show of strength. Truly, the Werewolves did not compare except in numbers. And they knew that. Suddenly, more came out from behind the thick trees on the side of the road, two times the original number. *What's this?* Lynn thought. *This doesn't seem like a random attack- nor do they seem like rogues. Did they plan this? How did they know we'd be here?*

“Lance no! You can't! Drake is under my protection and you must abide by that, if you want our marriage to work.” “The flank of a horse I do! All I have to do is pull this trigger and all the problems go away, poof!” I move in front of Drake, grabbing an arrow and pointing it at Lance, bow taught and ready. “No, you won't!” His eyes widen at my threat, but he holds steady, we are in a standoff. “Lilli no! What are you doing?! You can't fight a gun with an arrow! You need to get away from me now!”

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

My teeth caught my lower lip so hard that I tasted the blood on my tongue. “Please... I am no Demon” I breathed out as another tear slipped from my eyes. At this point, I didn't even know what she had in mind, I wondered if I was scared of dying by her hand. “Please? I have warned you many times, but you know, Elowen.” She paused, her blood red finger trailed my face, my breath caught in my chest as I shook my head. “I won't kill you,” she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek.

They were digging their nails into her flesh and this made me furious. I howled so loud, I felt the ground trembling. The Rogues got alert but that was too late, because I jumped onto one and smashed his head into the solid rock laid on the dirty ground. The other growled and their lips fluttered showing the yellowish, putrid canines. "Fight with someone of your size…" I started with my mind linking them. Their eyes sharpened and their gaze narrowed at me. "Ah… I remember him… Lance! Former Beta of Northern territory. We had an encounter before." One of the dirty gray wolves snapped and I recalled that he had once escaped the border when I got my hands on him.