Novel & Cerita Bursting Forth Of Blood

Crimson blood instantly burst out from Aria's mouth, her breath choked as Mayari continued to control her blood and let it flow out of her like a never ending vermilion fall. Because of the sudden outburst of the dragon's own blood, it took Aria by surprise and started weakening as she felt more gush out from her own veins. The tornado slowly fade away as Aria struggled to hold herself. The soldiers are immediately alarmed from the sudden turn of tables and quickly group themselves for further more instructions.

The blood started strolling out of his nose. "Die."

The blood in her body was like a slumbering beast waking up in shock and going berserk. Like hot, boiling water, her blood continued to seethe, releasing an endless amount of energy like an erupting volcano. A terrifying gust of murderous energy swept through the area, rumbling.

She was so strong a moment before "I'm.. I'm.. I'm dying "She said and immediately large amount blood rushed out of her nostrils

Because nothing born in blood ever leaves you clean. ****

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.

I’m crawling out with a trail of blood: their blood. They think I’ll crawl when I leave, but they’re wrong. I’ll drag myself out by the teeth, trailing their blood behind me. I’ll rise like a curse, wearing their blood like a crown. And maybe by then, my blood won’t just answer to me—it will devour for me. Let them keep carving. Every cut is a summoning.

Just there. And then—the howl. It split the sky. Sharp enough to make her bones ache. Not just one—all of them. The sound tore upward, slamming into the blood-red moon like a battle cry from the old gods. Her chest burned. She looked down—blood. Her blood. Pouring from her palms, splattering bright on the snow. No wounds. No pain. Just... blood, blooming like red flowers on white. The moon throbbed above, pulsing like it was alive.

Blood spills freely, thick and dark. I drop to my knees, spreading the blood across the runes on the floor. The scent fills the chamber — heavy, metallic, ancient. My voice comes out low, rough. “By the ties of blood, by the claim of fire, by the will of the Moon that saw our union — she is mine.” The runes ignite. Crimson light floods the room, swallowing the shadows. I feel the power surge, slamming into my chest. It hurts — gods, it hurts — but I keep going.

‎ ‎A drop of blood. ‎ ‎ ‎