Elden Ring Rivers Of Blood Katana Novels & Stories

“Fate will always find a way to fulfill itself!” “That doesn't mean I can't buy a little time,” Alyssa replied, just as Rhodan lunged for her, swinging out a dagger so poisoned that the blade had a faint green glow to it. It was the same kind of dagger Elandir had used to kill Killian. Images of Killian's form as he bled to death in her arms flooded her mind once again, fresh as though it happened just the day before. The memory fueled her anger, turning the embers into a furnace, eating everything in its path.

She let the pause hang in the air, the insult sharp beneath the pleasant words. The barb was subtle but its point was needle-sharp. Elira simply inclined her head, refusing to take the bait. As she did, her eyes landed on the necklace resting against Ilyana's throat. It was a beautiful, intricately wrought piece of pure silver, bearing the distinct crescent moon and wolf of House Rennar. Identical to the one Kael had worn every day of his life until recently. Elira's stomach clenched into a cold, hard knot of dread.

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Dragon fire erupted from his hands, striking one assassin and throwing the other into the mist. Elara dropped from her horse, landing lightly on the ground. Silver-violet flames ignited from her palms. She spun, blasting two more attackers as they leaped from the shadows. The energy flowed smoothly, guided by the shadow-thread within her. For a moment, it felt intoxicating, powerful, seductive, dangerous. A third assassin came from behind, blades aimed at Kael. Elara turned just in time, slamming her palm against the stone ground. A wave of energy erupted, throwing the attacker backward. Kael recovered, raising his sword with a grunt of acknowledgment.

he paused, letting the implication hang “—claim you, your body will sing for it. Even if your mind screams no.” Elara thought of Liam’s hospital bed, the way his fingers had clawed at his own skin, begging for release. “I can endure pain.” “Can you endure longing?” He closed the folder with a snap. “Blood seal. No signatures. No take-backs.” He drew a dagger from his belt, its blade etched with glowing runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. “Hold out your hand.” Her palm shook as she stretched it toward him. The blade pricked her thumb, and a bead of blood welled up—crimson, human, fragile. He sliced his own thumb, then pressed his wound to hers.

It shimmered faintly in the firelight, as if hungry. With a practiced motion, Elara sliced her palm. The pain was sharp, clean. Blood welled up, dark and strange—not red like human blood, not golden like the Lycan kin, but deep garnet, as though shadow and flame had been fused into liquid. She let it drip into the ancient bowl at the center of the table—an artifact older than the Keep itself, carved from stone quarried in lands long swallowed by the sea. Kael took the dagger next, cutting without hesitation. His blood was thick and red, the blood of warriors.

He turned his gaze and saw Alucard swinging his sword against him. "You pest! Just die already! " Leomord angrily blocked Alucard with his left arm. He created his own sword out of thin air to counter Alucard. Galatrina and Alucard worked together to weaken Leomord. While Leomord blocked Alucard's attack, numerous sword strike is released pushing Leomord into a corner. Galatrina emerges at the back of Leomord swinging her sword to injure Leomord's back.

Amelia POV The pain of the dragon monster's bite was crippling my leg. Ying was flying over and closing in on us, as Verena stood mere inches from me. Now was my chance. As I was about to stab her, additional commotion broke out behind me, and soon, her dragon monsters multiplied. There were at least two dozen of them, appearing out of thin air almost, stalking me from behind. Ying was flying low, and next thing I knew, Lord Wong jumped in the disarray of this situation, pulling the dragon like a monster off my leg, injuring it with his sword. Verena hissed at this intrusion, and for a second her focus was on him, her aura lifted off me a little and I used it to plunge the Elven blade into h

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid... a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

I continued to drive the knife deeper and deeper until the only thing left to be seen was the hit of the blade which was bedecked with its blood. The blood was pungent, and I had to fight the bile that was coming out from my throat as I latched myself there, like a leech. Without being commanded, my guards immediately set off to finish the work. They drew out their swords and quickly approached the beast, then swung the swords on its feet.