Centaur Vore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This is a clear indication that the Centaur is not in full control of its actions. When the warriors ran back to the camp as this Centaur attacked whoever it saw, they all hide in a stronghold as Dike Observed the Centaur from distance, first he noticed that the Centaur was missing its shots and the usual black pigment in its eyes has turned green. He told the rest of the warriors who were hiding with him to avoid being shot by the Centaur that the Centaur is enchanted. He had earlier told them that Centaur doesn’t attack humans; it is very friendly with humans and only attacks humans as a means of defending itself.

He was a lean, hungry-looking man with eyes like a vulture. "Kaelor," Voren drawled, leaning back. "I heard you picked up a new pet. I didn't realize you’d started collecting Vaelis trash." Kaelor’s chest surged. A low, wet growl started in the back of his throat—a sound no human should be able to make. The table groaned as he leaned his weight onto his palms. His eyes were shifting, the irises bleeding into a predatory, molten gold. "Watch your tongue, Voren," Kaelor hissed. "Or I’ll rip it out and feed it to the strays."

“Her aura holds, but the rift’s hunger grows. The blade’s heart—it’s you, Convergence, or Voren. Choose, or she falls.” Cassia’s voice, a faint rasp, reaches me. “Lena… don’t… don’t give him anything.” Her aura flickers, crimson threads fading, and tears stream down my face, the blade heavy in my grip. The rift pulses, Voren’s aura—a black star, cosmic and ravenous—flooding the spire, his relic’s hum a thunderous echo in my mind.

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.

"Auraes are wind creatures, like the drows from our nature, and they are tricky spirits that take ethereal shapes and move around almost anywhere thanks to this, they can move into secured buildings like ours, and once they are in, they can materialize and be able to knock on doors or bring chaos. They do anything their God orders them, but Aeolus is not a God who is interested in this world much, hence they move and behave however they please." "Are we in any danger? Are they here between us?" Viorra asks a bit shaken, and I can't blame her, I am scared as well. "As soon as I get my hands on them… we won't have to worry about them anymore." Caleb says. "I will sink my fangs in them as well,

Once they discovered this place, they would be sure to rip these centaurs to shreds. "Well, for now." The centaur responded, drawing my attention to him. "That is, if they manage to save you before the poison kills you." "Poison?" Shock rolled through me as I relived the centaur easily cutting me with his dagger. Turning, I looked at where the gash on my arm was already beginning to fester and turn black. "Fuck," I hissed, realizing that the blade had been treated. "That’s a cheap trick." "Whatever is effective." The centaur shrugged. "Anyway, it's best to save your strength. The more you move, the quicker the poison spreads. "

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.

Tanaka…] [Yes, my lady? [Tell them to keep being alerted, I’ll contact them as soon as Viktor has the lead to their nest] [Absolutely, my lady.] With that I ended the mind meeting with Mr. Tanaka and ran to my balcony. On the edge of the line between the bluish night sky and the greenish labyrinth of the castle, I heard the vampire horses were neighing and stomping on their feet. That meant they were ready to go. Because the vampire horses were the strongest horses ever existed, their loud neighing sometimes unbearable even for the normal humans’ ears to hear. But it could be handy as well, telling them not to go wander outside their houses because it was possible that the vampire rogues wer

Shadows of Pride and Power The sun had barely crested the horizon when the horns sounded again. Aria stood atop the blood-stained stones of the canyon, watching the scouts rush back toward the keep. Their faces were pale, eyes wide. “The true force is moving,” one breathless warrior reported to Kael. “Thousands. Vampires. Bloodspawn. And worse.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “How long?” “Hours, at most.” A cold wind swept through the canyon, carrying with it the sharp tang of magic and death.

A few more times and she would actually be able to convince Horansi of the benefits. “It's a beautiful day isn’t it,” Careena whispered in a low tone, in King Horansi direction, noting the tension-filled and tight expression on his face as he looked around the arena at the citizens that were settling in their seats. Towards the left of the pavilion were the citizens of Lunera and sitting on the right were those of Blodinek, the vampires. Contrary to most belief that werewolves were more aggressive considering their nature, Vampires were the ones who usually became more aggressive the instant they caught the unique smell of werewolves anywhere close to them.