Blooming Drow Head Novels & Stories

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

They lowered their heads for a minute, but began their lustful mutterings when they saw him walking over with Dr Grigo. “He’s got something in his hand,” another nurse said, “Oh, it’s a rose, oh wow, who could that be for?” Madchen rolled her eyes, “Horny bitches,” she mindlinked Nick, “Just watch, little girl,” To their chagrin, Drago walked into the middle of the crowd, and stopped straight in front of Madchen. He politely bowed, like a Romanian prince, then held the single red rose out to her. “For the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,” he said proudly.

' With a massive smash the huge creeper descended hard to the ground making the weapons on it’s back shattering firstly as it flattened. Dryad appeared on the ground just as he bent his ankle mistakenly standing upon a rock, he grunted looked at the huge absolutely dead creeper splattered on the ground before him. His freckled face and his wet white hair were covered with the blood of the huge creeper veiling his own blood. Underneath those blood of his was the eyes of a glowing fire. The weapons on each hand were dripping onto the ground. Revealing the fogs and trees that surrounds the two figure near the mountain under the starless sky.

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.

She’s… incomplete. Veyra touches her chest, her stinger gone. “What did it *take*?” The static hums. *Hope.* --- **The Cult of the Bloom** They arrive at dusk—a procession of figures robed in living vines, their faces hidden behind masks of petrified oak. At their head strides a woman crowned with Seed-flowers, her voice a honeyed poison.

Village Head Samoa lifted up his great sword to block Red Rose’s blow, his pale eyes showing a glimpse of emotion as he was knocked back a few feet. Without making any obvious movements, he summoned the wind to break his retreat, causing a wind wall to appear behind him and gather him gently into its embrace. Red Rose sought to continue her pursuit, but Village Head Samoa was not her only foe now. Three Blood Golems dashed towards Red Rose even before she could go after Village Head Samoa.

Weapons, armor, food, and various supplies lined various shelves all along the walls. Every single Drogar in the hall wore blood red robes and incredibly angry faces. Among them was a female Drogar, a little taller and more muscular than all the others. She too had the same robes, but hers was hooded. Mostly to hide her alabaster scales and sensitive pink eyes from everything else around her. An elderly Drogar entered the room and shook his head when he saw them all watching an arena fight. “Colviss,” he said. “You shouldn't be watching that. You didn’t get Reborn Anew just so you could rot your brain on ‘Cast trash.”

Although there were no rules saying that two people could not exchange for the same sub-race bloodline, Zen advised everyone to search for something different but suitable so that they could work more efficiently as a party. “I found one that suits me,” Liu Feng announced not long after Oritha claimed her reward as a giantess. Indeed, when Zen looked at the description, he couldn’t help but feel this race was made for the Seer. The only disadvantage of a drow’s bloodline was their blindness in the presence of light. However, they had magic and poison resistance, high intelligence, and agility, as well as the strength to support them. In the dark, they were rulers adept at weapons and magic.