Bloody Lance Elden Ring Novels & Stories

The fear she felt as her body shivered, the desperation in her voice while her lips quivered, the hope in her eyes despite the uneasy batting of her eyelashes… everything she showed him that night was a raw emotion he could barely decipher. “You’re thinking highly of yourself. Do you think we’ll sit by and let you have what you wanted? The lord of the blood clan wouldn’t sit and do nothing when his men didn’t come back at nightfall,” Lance said when he could finally manage to speak after taking a break from torture. “He wanted that woman. And no one has ever succeeded taking away what he wished to have,” he added.

I gasp slightly louder. “Get her out!” Lance roars as he sees me barely standing. Lorrel and Blake come to his aid, running over to me and pulling me back with them. I try to fight them, my desire to be with Axel in his final moments. Their harsh pulling of me splits my side wound open and Lance’s head snaps to me as he smells my blood in the room. His roar is deafening and it shakes me to my very core. His princely aura showing itself to me. “What happened?” I asked Lorrel who starts to mother me. She lets me lean on her as she walks me back to my bed.

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

she said simply. I felt my whole world evaporate. “What did you say?” “I’m sorry but it didn’t work. She is not a full lycan, if she were, her blood would be activated and so would the healing properties. I’m sorry.” I stood to my feet. Only one thought echoed in my head, I’m going to die. Zaphri won. “It’s over then,” I muttered. She sighed. “There is another way to activate the healing properties in her blood. But it is a long shot.”

Lance’s fingers brushed my nape as he fixed the clasp of the chain and then he placed his hands on the counter on either side, trapping me in his warmth as he leaned in to whisper in my ears. “It has a drop of my heart’s blood inside it so you better take care of it.” I gasped and touched the pendant with my fingers. Hearts blood? I brought it closer to my eyes for inspection but I couldn’t tell. The aura of the pendant however, felt very similar to his aura. “Lance?” I whispered and turned in the arch of his arms to face him. Lance moved back slightly to accommodate me better but didn’t move away. “What does this mean?”

Vampires swarm the outer wall, claws scraping stone, eyes crimson in the dawn light . Arrows fly from our side, weak but true. I throw golden fireballs, watch them explode against vampire chests. “Left flank!” Barion bellows. I spin, fire lashing out, burning three to ash. But they keep coming. A second wave of poison hits the pack mid-battle. Warriors drop to their knees, coughing black again. Lucira collapses beside me. “It’s… worse…” I catch her before she hits the ground. “The antidote?”

And left without lids with which to blink, he knew he would go blind long before death would take him. Then Cynth had displayed his own level of abomination. From his hands fire, black as night, spewed and where they burned, blades grew. The battle changed after that. Night fell, and in the darkness the incarnate evaded each blow as if he feared one strike would kill him. But it took more strikes than he could count before Cynth’s victory came within grasp.

Since when had she become such a person that smiled at others pain and misfortunes? “Speak up!” “I...am at the Guerriero family basement,” the man said weakly. “What’s your name?” Alexander asked, this time sounding like an inpatient person. The slow responses he was getting was probably annoying the hell out of him. “I am Ymir,” “Do you know why you’re here?” This time it was Enzo who asked the question, he also walked closer to the bed where the man named Ymir lay. “I...am a soldier of the Council—Urgh!” His entire body raises from the bed as Alexander landed a heavy punch to his abdomen.

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho