Novel & Cerita Captain Blood: His Odyssey

I heard Athena say, but she sounded increasingly distant. Pain speared through my head like a white-hot blade. I gasped, clutching at my temples as everything spun. Colors bled together. Voices distorted into echoes. Then the vision hit. Red skies. Rivers of blood. Wolves torn apart on the battlefield. Three masked figures stood at the center of the carnage, their silhouettes hidden in the shadow. One of them turned towards me, his eyes pitch black behind the mask. "The Blood Alpha falls tonight," a voice hissed inside my head. "You will deliver the final blow."

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.

"So I’m going to show them what a real catastrophe looks like." The hunt was no longer about power. It was about the blood spilled twenty years ago. And for the Old Guard, the ghost had finally come home to collect.

It drifted across the ground, seeping through the cracks, then disappeared into the darkness. In the distance, a voice echoed Lucien’s voice: “Evelyn… your blood has fused with mine. And as long as I exist, Valenfort will never forget your name.” He walked away, his back blending into the night. His left hand, which had once held her, had now transformed into the hand of the Blood Emperor, a symbol of both salvation and curse. Against the ravaged sky, the blood moon faded, giving way to a strange white glow, as if a new era were being born from the ashes of love.

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “

“I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.” Hilary’s eyes burned with hatred and fear. “This blood is for people like you who have betrayed me,” Hunter reached for a machete on the wall. “I’m willing to forgive you if you tell me everything you have told them about me.” Hilary looked at him blankly. He untied the rope around Hilary’s head and removed the cotton he had stuffed in her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked at him defiantly. “Now talk,” he said.

To the absolute, paralyzing horror of the mercenary captain, the bright orange fire on the roof didn't spread—it turned a deep, ghostly silver, the heat violently dying out as the flames were literally frozen into solid, crystalline shards of glowing ice. The captain stared at his torch, the flame snuffing out into a trail of white smoke before it could even touch the oil barrel. "What... what are you?" he whimpered, dropping the useless iron shaft as his knees buckled from the sheer weight of her divine pressure. Before he could even hit the wooden floorboards, a massive, ink-black shadow descended upon the porch like a meteor.

Buzz! In the twinkling of countless blood lights, the spirit of the deep-sea commander turned several times. Then, he opened his mouth and bit Caspian. The void was frozen, and the heaven and earth were still. At the same time, several blood shadows were divided. He could replace the blood shadows in them at any time and give Caspian a fatal blow. Of course, these blood shadows were not just decorations. The moment they landed, they would directly explode, seriously injuring Caspian.

They all have uncommon hair colors; they look like they have the blood of beauty gods in their veins. Even the captain is a delicatelypink-lippedd, handsome-faced, tall, and well-built hunk of male flesh. He's green-eyed and blue-haired with the palest skin I've been chanced to see. He might not be as pale as Cain, but he still stands out. I would have liked him. I would have tried to stroke his ego even. But I doubt this man has an ego. He's as cold as the ducking sea we're going through and he seems to take great pleasure in making me feel like piss.

The black tentacles suddenly melted, and the gloomy pressure around the vicinity disappeared with a cry from the captain’s body. The captain regained his consciousness, and the first thing he felt was the unbearable pain shooting up from his right arm and left leg, and he directly spurted a mouthful of blood at feeling the chaotic state of his internal organs. Babbled groans came out of the captain’s mouth as he tried to sweep his eyes around the place with a dull look in them. The last thing he remembers is seeing Venom being tortured under a huge black werewolf, and there is only a blank space in his memory after that to the current situation that he is in now.