Cancel The Blood Troll Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pretended to be sad. What was he talking about? "Speak clearly." I was impatient but at the same time, patient. Impatient because I so badly wanted to know if there was a way to win against Abigail but also patient because I didn't want to know the cost of what I wanted. "The only counter attack you have against the witches is Lila also performing a blood ritual on the same day the blood moon appears in the sky. Her blood is being used by the witches to begin the ritual so her blood should also be used to end it." He clarified.

The other remaining survivor who stood beside Spencer shouted in surprise. Spencer glanced at the passage and knew that he couldn’t drag this on much longer, and he needed to leave immediately. The leader had yet to join the battle, but once he did, there wouldn’t be any way to escape, and he would die a miserable death. “Blood Sacrifice! The great destruction gun of divine blood, go!” Spencer pulled out the most powerful ability he had. The Blood Sacrifice was a secret technique from the Blood Cult. It took his blood as a sacrifice and temporarily doubled his strength.

Ready for the final meeting that would decide whether blood would heal… …or destroy them all.

"The data on the drive. It’s all here. The codes to shut down the Corvin neural network. It's in the terminal beneath his hand." Dante tapped the mahogany desk. "He’s right. One button, and the empire falls. The tactical teams, the drones, the prototypes. They all go dormant. But it requires a blood sacrifice to finalize the override. My blood. Or yours." Sora raised his hand, his claws shimmering with a dying silver light. He stepped toward the desk. The frequency in his ears was a deafening roar now, a countdown to total system failure. "Then I'll take yours," Sora hissed.

I was so happy to see him alive… But the blood! It triggered a memory I’d long since forgotten... “You truly are a fool,” Ryan snarled, grinning from ear to ear, while flexing his fingers so he drew blood. “Renounce the throne, Rain! NOW!!!” Blood! So much blood… I was tiptoeing down the corridor, following my mother and the man who drove her here. Dead wolves were lying everywhere, some still trying to fight for their lives. I wanted to stop and help, but my mother’s voice drew me away…

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]

There’s nothing to gain by arguing with a troll. “Do you think you could take us to Raviva before things start collapsing and exploding? It’s all falling apart, in case you hadn’t noticed.” I didn’t bother explaining why it was all falling apart, or who had set it off. “Oh, it’s just a bit of lava,” said the troll, finally collecting himself. “Nothing to worry about.”

It’s quiet but the urgency does not go unnoticed. We do need answers, regardless of whether he is an arrogant asshole. Right now we are on the same side. There are too many crawlers too. We need to figure it out. The very power of the Blood Moon is almost pulsating in the air. I am not sure how they managed to cause so much damage and enter this world, but it has to stop. “Maybe I’ll stand down if you tell me why you need me,” I snarl. “Your blood is what we seek! Stand down if you wish to live!” he hisses.

I could see it plain as day. My life slows down as I pull away from her, whatever was about to happen would hurt. Then she lets go, it’s like a bungee cord exploded through the men and women fighting. Her scream was so loud it shook the trees, it sent rogues flying in all directions as she let loose. I watch as a rogue's eyes, ears, nose and mouth start to bleed, the colour drains from his face as he falls to his knees, and then to the ground, dropping dead like a zombie.

My breathing shortens as I comply. He motions at both Vlad and Julian. “Ye too, unless ye’re in the mood for her funeral.” Vlad curses under his breath as he and Julian slowly lower their guns to the ground. Think, Rose. What would Ethan do in this situation? I slowly close my eyes, contemplating the best option to get rid of Rolan. It would’ve been easier if it was only me. Now, I have the baby to worry about, so I can’t make any rash decisions. “Stupid little bitch thinks she’s all that,” Rolan hisses at my ear. “Did ye really believe that a wee thing like ye can kill me?”