Dead Man's Blood Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

she hesitated. “And what?” Garin asked. “…the blood of a demon,” she finished. “What? Why do you need his blood?” Hannah asked. “This is a very powerful spell to exorcize a very powerful entity. It requires ingredients that also have supernatural elements within them. A demon’s blood has the element that’s necessary due to the bond they share with the Nephalem. It is the most important part of this potion and the spell cannot be performed without it,” Selene said.

“There is one thing we know for certain that can trap and hold a demon, at least for a time… blood magic.” Murmurs erupted across the tent but Astasha held her ground. “Blood magic is forbidden.” The man who spoke was a brutal one. Missing an eye and half his face deformed and twisted, he was one of the few Tasha could sense was teetering on the edge of rebellion. But she met his glare all the same.

Dark magic was her solitude but right now, it didn't give her any solace She threw a bone to the boiling water. There was a new dead man there joining the bones of who came before him. He was drained of blood after Miranda took his pleasure. When she was satisfied of his flesh, she then consumed the blood while it was still in it's purest satisfaction. That made it so powerful. The fulfillment of one's desire was the dream of the living. It was just mercy to the man since he died satisfied. For mortality had no limits on satisfaction, he would just have been disappointed after knowing that he was living only on a drea

she laughed loudly like a maniac. Suddenly her iris disappeared and her eyes turned white. She took a small blade and cut into her Arm., blood magic was the darkest form of dark magic. It took a toll on the person using the magic and had dire consequences. “Sanguinem lunae… corda vestra mihi!” Our pack members began to drop on the ground one by one and began to convulse coughing out a green liquid from their throats. They were dying in an excruciatingly painful manner.

After all, if they were they were without a flaw, why would they have accepted another as their lord? This weakness was silver. Unless one possessed silver – the only mineral that was poisonous to them – a Blood Daemon will never die. Breaker had died exactly because of this. You see, Davies had attacked the unfortunate Undead with Dark Shadow’s weapon, unaware that this weapon contained silver in it. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to kill a Blood Daemon if their vital spots were struck, and there was nothing more vital than the head and the heart, was there? In a sense, Davies had been lucky. After all, it was merely a fluke that he had murdered with a dagger that was not his own. T

He raised his hands, and the murmur died. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Tonight we have rarities that have no price in the mortal market. Artifacts, enchantments and… of course, the main piece.” The tension in the air thickened. Dmitry felt the beast in his chest growl. He rested his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the stage. Irina leaned toward him. “According to my sources, the supplier of the demonic blood is European. Discreet. A new name.” “I want the name by the end of the night,” Dmitry growled in response. “And if possible, the address.”

The battlefield, bathed in moonlight, became a crucible where destinies clashed, and the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Dylan, the orchestrator of vampiric power, raised his hand, signaling the commencement of the supernatural display. The night erupted into a kaleidoscope of dark energies, each elder channeling their unique abilities into the maelstrom. Silas, drawing upon his centuries-old expertise, sought to decipher the nature of the impending onslaught.

" I asked. "She is going to be dead very soon," A man said to Damon. "So what did you expect me to do?" He asked. "Give her your healing blood to drink, that may bring her back.. My blood did nothing" He replied. "Knife" Damon ordered and it was brought to him immediately while I moved back to his side. He cut his hand and the man beside her opened her mouth and Damon poured a little of his blood into her mouth. The next thing that happened was her reckless body moving and then it stopped and she closed her eyes.

I catch the sight of blood on his arm before he could reply, and he huffs when he sees me watching it. “I couldn’t have accessed your mind without your blood.” I glare up at him before grasping the gratified look that glints in his eyes. “My blood? How is it that it does not burn your skin?” “It can’t scald supernatural beings.” The new man smirks, more like a proud smirk for whatever he has just said. He begins to look like he needs to explain more about supernaturalism. Yet, my blood is still on him—he can feel my knowledge of the latter.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."