Borderlands 3 Bloody Harvest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

"Congratulations, Alpha. We will speak again once we are able to mobilize the remaining support." The screen went blank as the vampire ended the call leaving Lucas to dwell in silence. The moment the blizzard hit, any attempts to track the missing women had come to a disappointing end. It had been hard enough to track their scents in the first place. It had been watered down to start with, so the fresh snow simply buried it. Their efforts tracking the fugitive were going better but only marginally. Their best trackers were in pursuit so at least there was a chance they could apprehend him again. It was a plus, but Lucas didn't feel satisfied by the news like he normally would. It was probabl

The champion fighting the male from Gaimo uses his distraction against him and does a power kick to the side of Gaimo's head, which makes Xiu scream. Garlof doesn't even acknowledge the punch. Instead, he punches Burk again, and my favorite champion falls like a tree. Unconscious bodies are all over the ground at this point, but they don't matter. My eyes are solely on Burk. I feel terrible for him. He got ganged up on by the other Commanders. He was at a disadvantage from the start, and I ruined his chance to pick within the top five. After another two to three minutes, only two champions remain. The big champion from Bronkark who tried to help Burk and Commander Garlof. They exchange tired

Seeing the potential beauty of the Full Moon pack's female inhabitants, they also wanted to kidnap women to produce mixed-blood children. Harvey and the soldiers drew their swords many times. The Full Moon land was now full of spilled Mercury troop's blood. Harvey felt satisfied, but something escaped his attention. From behind, someone would unsheathe their sword on his back. Harvey had a strong feeling, he turned around and then held the sword with his bare hand. Blood flowed on both sides of the sword. He ignored the pain. The sword was stuck in front of his face. It was only a few centimeters away from injuring him. "Get out of here!"

The cries of mercy beneath me went to deaf ears, and I looked with utter amusement as the remaining wolves beyond the border finally poured in, joining the crimson festival. When the battle was finally over, l let my pets descend to their prime master who must’ve been having a ball with all the souls I just collected for him. And with that, the gloomy clouds withered, and the once beautiful morning re-established itself—well, not entirely. Puddles of blood, and jumbles of severed organs clogged up the entire field, stretching straight into the forest and probably to the dwelling streets.

The only thing, I expected from her was loyality but, I guess I asked for the most expensive thing which she couldn't afford. I tossed and turned at the right side of my bed and took a deep breath to calm my stormy nerves. The moment, I inhaled the breath, I inhaled the scent of blood. I was still in my wedding suit, which was covered in blood. It was a strong smell. It was her father's blood. A sweet but twisted smile crept over my face. Even, though, one could smell horrible and rotten blood from my whole body, smile that was sticking on my face couldn't get off.

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.