Dwarves Blood Guts Novels & Stories

Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed. "It's exactly as it sounds, pup." Dagmar snarled. "Something has caused the block to lose its integrity and so whatever it was keeping in or keeping out might be able to get past the weakened part." "What could do something like that?" "Some kind of trauma usually." Ursula shrugged, looking at her aunt. "The manifestation of a wolf spirit maybe?" Dagmar shook her head, the soft empty skin under her neck wobbling with the motion. "No. It would be something much more traumatic than that. It would need to be something that would call on whatever the block is there to prevent."

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

I was confused but I was scared. We walked upwards towards the deck where we saw the dwarfs were standing surrounding something. Ruby was not near anywhere. My heart was beating fast with each step. I was praying that I don't see something which I don't want to. I stopped before the gathering, as I carefully looked inside. As soon as my eyes fell on a few bodies that were lying on the floor, I gasped. They were our soldiers... Their body was shrunk as if someone as sucked all their energy, The eyes were rolled back but opened as if they died in a shock and their mouth was hanging open as if they tried to scream but couldn't... they were still wearing the armours...

The raspy voiced dwarf scoffs angrily, as the others make appropriate disgusted sounds and move away from the spreading liquid, holding their noses. "Why does it smell so bad? Like metal or… Or blood even." The second dwarf says breathlessly as he holds his nose fiercely. The raspy voiced dwarf avoids the pool of urine, and steps menacingly closer to Noelle, grabbing her shoulders. "And to think that I have not even started with you…" He snarls, and squeezes her shoulders painfully tight. "Where is the moon, girl? I do not have time for this show, and I certainly did not sign up for this. Fuck knows I was not paid enough for this filth." He whispers loudly, and then pulls his dagger from its

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

My ribs shriek in protest. I drive my shard up mindlessly into its gut—once, twice, three times. Hot black blood spills over my hand, burning where it touches. The smell is wrong—sweet and chemical, like meat left to rot in sorcery. Not wolf. Not man. Something made to unmake. The creature gurgles. But doesn’t fall. It’s not built to fall. It’s built to drag me down. I snarl, wrench the shard free, and jam it sideways into its gaping maw.

However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Orda's arm hurt from time to time. In the third minute Orda struggled to swing his ax again. There were too many opponents to face. His ax stopped in midair when he suddenly jerked forward. White blood gushed out from his mouth. He stared down stiffly. The last thing Orda saw in his life was the tip of a black cone piercing his chest. The stake was then pulled by force and Orda fell to his knees. The hole the weapon had left in Orda's back hissed as if it had just caught fire. Without waiting for anything else, the gang then looked for something in the body of the dead Orda. When finished, one of t