Conan Blood Of The Serpent の小説・ストーリー

I pitied her. “I would really appreciate it if one of you would answer me,” Queen Manon whispered, “The serpent… is it inside of me? Did I kill all those people?” “You didn't kill anyone Manon,” I blurted out, “The serpent did.” “Answer me!” She screamed. “Yes,” Alpha Vargus blurted out, “The serpent is inside of you.” Queen Manon collapsed to the ground, gripping her hair harshly like she was trying to pull it out.

A shadow loomed above her and greeted with the giant's nasty ass face. "My hands itched to kill you but I'm ordered not-" He didn't completed his words as Kebin threw him away, out into the clearing. Kebin nodded to her and back to the battle. "Viktor!" Serra called and Viktor found her. Viktor was a huge serpent, sleeky poking a four armed Badblood. His long body was full of cuts and bruises. Serra's chest was still in pain and speaking is agony. She pointed on Sisi and gladly, Viktor immediately understand.

I surveyed the area, my instincts screaming at me to move, when I saw a familiar face aim a gun at me. I dodged just in time and fired a shot, clean and without hesitation, through his left calf. The man grunted and fell to his knees, still loading his gun. I swiftly moved to kick the gun out of his hand, pressing my pistol against his chin. Slowly, he looked up at me, eyes blazing. “So,” I sneered. “You are Marcel. I’ve heard enough about you.” His eyes lit up and he smirked knowingly. “Have you? You must be Nero Vecchio then. Dante must have told you about me.”

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

I command, letting just a fraction of the Alpha aura bleed into my voice. The door swings open. Torin and Mara step into the office, stopping precisely two paces from the desk. They are a study in contrasts, but together, they represent the absolute best of Blood Moon’s frontline. Torin is a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorway. He is steady, entirely unfazed by pressure, and loyal to his very marrow. Beside him stands Mara. She is lean, sharp, and coiled with a fierce, nervous energy. The livid, jagged scar tracing up her neck—a brutal reminder of Cassian’s thorn-venom traps—stands out starkly against her pale skin.

"I'll die first." "Then I'll make sure even hell won't accept your soul." Serena hissed before lashing an elbow down his spine. That was her stink. Marconi yelled as the pain travelled all over his body. He dropped to the floor, his hand on his back, the pain excruciatingly taking over his mentality; so intensely that he was forgetting about himself. His bowels emptied themselves all over his pants. The big yellow viper wasn't tattooed on her back for nothing; she wasn't referred to as the Lord's most dangerous predator just cause. She earned it. Her venom would hit you so bad, like she said, hell itself would reject your soul.

Kael growled, thrusting harder. “I love you,” Damien whispered, biting down on her shoulder again, completing the blood circle. The climax that followed was cataclysmic. All three shattered together in perfect unison. A blinding pillar of silver-crimson-violet light erupted from their bodies, shooting straight up through the chamber and piercing the blood moon itself. The entire Nexus resonated with power. Runes flared across the walls. The ley lines stabilized into a single harmonious braid. Serena’s belly glowed brightly as the child of three bloodlines was conceived — a perfect fusion of werewolf resilience, vampire immortality, and witch adaptability.