Dwarves Blood Guts Novels & Stories

I said as I pull my sword from my holster belt when I feel that dark aura coming towards us. Vlash look around and when he sees those moving bushes he pulls his sword. “What the… what ARE those?” I utter in disgust when I clearly see who or what are those approaching creatures. I see some small looking naked ugly little creatures like dwarves but look so scary and their bodies look like of those zombies. Their faces are covered in bandages, their eyes are orange, they have long sharp ears, no nose and they are holding weapons and spears as they run towards us. “Those are ‘limpets’ they are like the dark opposite of dwarves. They are scary and they kill people. They serve the black goddess.”

their end. His eyes are bloody and his color black is very long. He is taller than an ordinary werewolf..as if he was just a giant dinosaur. He regained his breath and crawled weakly and hugged his companion, who seemed unaware of what was happening He pulled her tightly on her bosom, very afraid of her. He was afraid that he would hurt her, because he was right behind her It's the legend they haven't seen The legend of the devil's wolf.. He did not understand anything, why he went out and what connects him with his companion!

I murmured, captivated by their skill. One hunter managed to pierce the boar’s tail with her spear. The beast howled, thrashing wildly as its form began to shift. “It’s melting!” I gasped, my stomach churning at the sight. The boar’s body turned into a rippling green liquid, spreading across the ground like a living puddle. “That’s the Duwlamarey,” Gib whispered, his voice thick with fear. The liquid moved with terrifying speed, sending out spear-like tendrils in every direction. The hunters dodged and blocked with incredible precision, their movements like a deadly dance.

Wrong. He doesn't even flinch and slams me into the ground. My blood runs cold, my stomach twisting with disgust as saliva droops from his mouth to my face. “You really are interesting. If I were just a werewolf, you might have given me more than a mild shock.” He gives me a smile that'll haunt me even in death, before sinking his fangs into my shoulder. He rips out the flesh, blood splattering across my face. A bloodcurdling scream rips through me as tears flood my eyes, burning down my cheeks. The pain is unbearable, nothing like I've ever felt before.

Laura whispered into the wind, knowing her voice would carry through their shared bond. "Lorenzo’s scouts have crossed into the southern swales. And they are walking straight into a trap." ​Miles away from the safety of the highlands, the landscape transformed into a suffocating labyrinth of twisted willow trees, stagnant black water, and thick, choking fog. ​Lorenzo led a small, elite squad of border scouts along a narrow, muddy trail winding through the heart of the Dark Swamps. Their boots splashed softly against the murky water, and their hands rested nervously on the hilts of their silver swords. The air smelled of rotting vegetation and sulfur—an unmistakable sign of corrupted sorcery.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

The next mud monster stood up, drunkenly, on the bridge and began to stomp across to where the walls and gates were coated with mud. Daerton was kneeling now, his energy flagging. Aurien dove and I gripped reflexively. He blew fire across the walls, clearing them for the dwarves who had reached the top. I saw one salute us as we winged away, before throwing one of those sharp little pickaxes into the head of a Pres Helef soldier who had reached the top of one of the ladders back onto the wall. The soldier fell backwards and disappeared into the darkness of the killing field, and the dwarves followed, swarming down the ladder.

I screamed into my pillow. Images flashed on my haunted sclera, turning bloodshot: The charcoal furred, leather winged Beast. Me bleeding my heart's grace into a grimy tub, none of the royal trappings of my father's kingdom about me. My black Helish blood came out in thick tar clots, cursed as the rot inside of me. Nothing was sacred in this place, and I was not whole. After all, I am draugr, zombie – undead.

One might wonder how deep it could be. Chu Xun stripped his blood-sodden clothes and leaped into the water. Fortunately for him, he was wary. Yan Wushuang and his men ransacked the giant yeti's carcass, and they gathered whatever useful and valuable they could find, including its True Blood that clumped near its heart bar its normal blood, for the hulking remain was so large that its blood was enough to drown everyone. After almost a half-hour, Yan Wushuang murmured to himself, "What's taking him so long?"

I try to stand up again, but I fall back faster than the first time. “Better save your energy, miss.” “Shit,” I pant. “Shit, indeed.” I stare at him sideways. His lips are dry and cracked, which could mean he's dehydrated. I motion at his jacket, where there's a red hole. Blood stains cover his cheeks, too, giving him the look of a wounded warrior. "Did you lose a lot of blood?" He stares at his injury as if he forgot it’s there. “No. This should be fine.”