Elden Ring Rivers Of Blood Katana の小説・ストーリー

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

It was then I realized that that was a teasing chuckle. "Maybe there have been a lot of changes from the time I was away. I speak with the image I recalled at the time I was here." Rose shrugged, "It wouldn't be bad to see warriors though, watch them fight in their metal armour and their silver swords." "We're Wolves, not knights. Our fights are much more brutal than you'll expect." "I'm not surprised," She tittered, just then she stopped moving, I turned to ask why the sudden stop. And there she stood rooted to the ground with eyes and mouth wide open. She looked like she was stabbed swiftly on the chest with a sword .

I made that clear to him before he chuckled and continued. Silver Bloods? I've never heard of them before. Where was he getting all this from? Now he was just ranting off. "That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died."

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded.

He grabs two small stones from a gilt bowl on a stand next to it, and draws two identical runes on them. “Any reflective surface, tap this against it and it will bring you back here. Just make sure the surface is big enough for you to climb through.” They all nod, and he gives one stone to Eliza, and pockets the other. “Armoury is here.” He pulls open a bookcase to reveal a selection of swords, knives and guns. “Help yourselves.” Benny grabs a belt and two swords. Eliza raises an eyebrow at him,

Her eyes flickered—silver, then gold—war raging inside her. Kael slammed the brakes and grabbed her, holding her shaking body. Elara sliced her own arm without hesitation and pressed the bleeding wound to her sister’s mouth. “Take my blood. Pure Silverfang. Fight!” Liora drank desperately. The whispers faded to a murmur. Her eyes slowly returned to silver. “Thank you… sister…” But she was weak. Too weak. Dax stepped out, gun raised. “Camp’s ahead. Garrick’s waiting.” Shadows moved.

Horses ridden by thousands upon thousands of Seelies and Elves with gold and silver armor, running across the field directly to the enemy with a winged helmet in the lead. I look towards my people. And jump down Readying myself to join the fray. Ler was beside me in an instant. And I climbed on top of her. We rode forth. We just barely made itclose to them when I heard the loud domineering and eerie howl echoing through the night air. It was Killian. Paws thumping and splashing through the river. Growls and Jaws biting. Terrors came towards me and I drew my sword cutting one’s head clean off while stabbing the other my sword glowing a luminescent purple.

When he finished the last window, I rolled down the window and tossed out a few coins. "That's the rest of your pay. Keep it safe. "You earned it. No need to thank me." I hit the gas and drove off. In the rearview mirror, their figures grew smaller and smaller. I turned on the music, a bright, cheerful song filling the car. Finally, the tears came. This 'fair exchange,' more than 20 years in the making, had finally come to an end. It was settled. I did not owe anyone anything anymore. My life?