Blooming Drow Head Novels & Stories

Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge. “That belongs to me!” An angry voice growled from the crush of troops near the doorway. “Do you honestly think you can just waltz in here and take it from me?” It was clear, despite his disheveled appearance that the angry man with bedhead shouting at her from across the room was the king of Beelzanborg. He was in the middle of an array of troops who were obviously meant to protect him from both the dragon and the small woman who’d just stolen his prized possession.

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.]

*** Ayla and Nox were first walking in a very transited avenue when they saw it, a creature with human form but skin completely red, and long gray hair that swung behind it as the demon came towards them. It had the calm of the predator who knew itself stronger than the prey. “We need to go somewhere else, there are too many people here.” She clenched her fists. “Right. To the left.” They started running, only stopping where they reached a dark, almost empty street. “Divine Flame.” For the first time, she saw Nox’s sword taking form. As expected from a master, he’d actually recovered to the point he could conjure his sacred weapon again. “Stay back, Ayla.”

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

We were already outnumbered, we didn’t need the added disadvantage. I stalked forward, wielding the blade like an extension of my arm as I cut into limbs and rip open the flesh of those who stand before me, not bothering to check the destruction I left in my wake. Blood splattered across my face and arms, making my skin sticky as the smell of copper stung my senses. My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon.

The bloom pulsed once. Then again. Then recoiled. It flared up around him, shadows erupting from the center like smoke spun in ink. Glyphs screamed across the walls fractured, inverted, illegible. And then something stepped out. Not a memory-shape. Not a glyph-construct. A walker of spiral flesh no face, no voice, no eyes just layers of forgotten markings burning into its skin, remade by the bloom itself. The vault exploded inward. Only two Veilshards escaped.

"Hi... Brother." Lucian and the others were suspecting but they were still surprised. "Bloom" stopped just in the middle of the room. She ripped her hood slowly, revealing a red long hair tied in a high ponytail, golden dragon-like eyes and a familiar young face.

I only looked back up when I knew they were fully changed. Treddian was an enormous Golden Draygon. Beautiful and vibrant, his head sprouted two horns that bent slightly backward but ended with two extremely sharp-looking tips. His back was relatively free of spikes until the very tip of his tail held one deadly-looking spike. I couldn't remember seeing anything like that on Tohr and made a mental note to ask about it.

wasn't just sprouting; it was exploding into a grotesque, beautiful Bloom of liquid shadow and silver starlight. "It... it has your face, Rhea," Zane whispered, his voice trembling as he backed away from the pulsing center of the Bloom. He didn't have his wolf to steady him; his human heart was thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Why does it have your face?"