Novel & Cerita Fushimi Castle Blood

She asked and he nodded his head. “One of the dead bodies had a crescent moon tattoo on his chest, Alba. It was the same tattoo as mine, and the same one as the buff guy during that night…” his voice began to tremble out of anger, “the same tattoo as the man who killed and tortured my brother that night.”

He said. "To be honest, this is the first time I've ever performed this curse. Please keep this a secret. If people were to find out about this... then..." Kazuha then felt immense pain in her arm as she realized that she was losing blood there. Feeling tired, she collapsed on the tree branch. “Shiratori!” Ryosuke and Fukuna saw that she was pale. She lost too much blood. *

Scared, I crawled back, pressing my back against the wall and hugged my knees, peering at Amor with bleary eyes. “How dare you touch my luna,” his voice was gruff. Daunting enough to send a chill down my spine. I shuddered impulsively at his words. His claws pierced right into Kaltain’s chest, making his screech echo wildly in the castle. I covered my ears and shut my eyes at the bloody mess created. Blood spurted all over the walls, soon turning into ashes, leaving behind a disgusting smoky scent in the air. That was the Ashing blood of the vampires.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

“Hmm…I’m with you.” With Samel’s assurance, Asha smiled softly and under the eyes of the rest of the group, she raised her hand and a drop of red blood suddenly emerged from the tip of her index finger. The drop of blood hovered in the air in front of them before falling down on the red flower. And as soon as blood merged in the flower, a dark red light appeared at the edge of the cliff, shocking the group in wonder.

London: Fuyu stood a heavy-breathing mess, with blood gushing down his forehead. His muscles tightened as he stood, looking down with bared teeth at the dismembered bodies scattered around. He growled slowly, his extended claws dripping blood onto the ground. His eyes were a blood-thirsty red, glistening with a dark glow as he ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes dilating at the metallic taste of blood.