Curse Of The Bloodthirsty の小説・ストーリー

Poisonous Blood Thirsty GU – a poisonous GU who wanted the smell of blood on its body, using violence turning into killing. Mother and GU child Blood Thirsty Gu- an inspirable mother and child. If the cub of the mother Gu dies, the Host of the mother Gu will suffer the consequences and will kill everyone at his sight to vent and calm the anger of the mother Gu of losing her child, even a loved one of the Host can’t be spared or the Host will feel his heart torn into pieces like what the mother Gu is feeling after the loss of her child.

Poisonous Blood Thirsty GU – a poisonous GU who wanted the smell of blood on its body, using violence turning into killing. Mother and GU child Blood Thirsty Gu- an inspirable mother and child. If the cub of the mother Gu dies, the Host of the mother Gu will suffer the consequences and will kill everyone at his sight to vent and calm the anger of the mother Gu of losing her child, even a loved one of the Host can’t be spared or the Host will feel his heart torn into pieces like what the mother Gu is feeling after the loss of her child.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

Had black hair with sparse grey ones in between, wearing his cassock with a briefcase that contained the tools he needed for the cleansing. “You all need to leave, maybe Seth and the boy’s father can stay back.” Father Benjamin said and they all vacated the room. Christine took a while before she adhered but she was reminded that the more time she takes, the more her son’s life is in danger. “The wolf blood witches have been in existence since the far 1700s. They have a rule; whatever is given must be returned. They always seem to show up when you’re desperate for something. Remember, whatever deal you make with the devil, he will always win.

“Your powers are wasted on me, blood of my blood.” “I know,” the Cockatrice retorted, shifting his grip and grabbing his father’s neck with both hands. The claws pierce the skin and blood flows freely down the struggling Shayṭān’s throat. “Did you think I’d want you to die so easily? No. For your betrayal of our people, you’re going to die slow, hard, and in my hands.”

She turns to see, swallowing as the terror made her heart punched her ribs, trying to escape the danger. She couldn’t make out the outline carefully but in the slight glow of the moonlight, its arms were twisted awkwardly and it was blad sickly pale transparent skin that made its vein seen through its skin, skin and bone with silver cold eyes, Faith eyes widen looking at its fangs dripping blood. *** “Ma’am, we are here,” Neil’s voice broke through Faith’s thoughts and she woke from the past to present with a gasp.

He’s standing right in front of me, with a murderous glint in his eyes, staring straight at me. It is the sort that possesses wolvens after a kill, the “curse” that manifests itself as bloodlust under the full moon. He snarls once, and in that moment; that sight of his claws dripping blood of his last victim, the fur that falls from his body in half-transformation, his fangs bared in a grim smile; in that flash of time, I see myself. I see a wolven brother.