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My mouth gaped when I saw his blood-drenched hands that were grasping the wound on his abdomen. His chest rose and fell and he was panting uncontrollably from the pain. I froze to where I was standing in utter shock, as I studied the scene in front of me. There was a knife placed beside him, some scattered utensils on the ground and the countertop, and an opened microwave with a bowl of pasta inside. There was a trail of blood across the island counter, and there was a track of dirt along with it.

Sending us running for our life. She handed me her knife and I slit my palm open for blood. I placed it in the container we kept Ansel's blood to prevent the fire from burning me. She poured it all over the knife again and the fire grew even higher. “Is there a reason it's doing that?” I asked her. “Yeah, each element has its one distinguishing power. So combined with fire makes it more powerful.” Grey dropped his blood as well and still the fire rose. She removes the knife from the fire and it doesn't look rotten or even melted, in fact it looks beautiful. A silver color, who would know that this knife is being used to kill someone.

With a determined silence, the burly man sliced his palm, causing a gush of blood to spill forth. The sudden gory spectacle left the onlookers stunned. Though he winced slightly, he persisted, allowing drops of blood to splatter onto the floor. As the crimson droplets met the ground, intricate patterns began to materialize, casting an eerie red glow. "By God..." gasped the astonished witnesses.

Mateo's men were outraged, and their faces reflected their fury. “The only source he used in relaying information to us is missing, so tell me does that make his death without meaning?”. His eyes blazed with anger as he slammed his fist on the table. He looked at Gary in signal and he brought the sword that was found on the box. “Look at this symbol” pointing at the bear symbol boldly drawn at the edge of the knife, “it belongs to the Daga’s and in the old practice giving out a sword stained with blood means war” everywhere was dead silent.

The reason for the fight between the Corpse Pavilion and Thousand Leaves Pavilion seemed to be nothing after what happened! In the blood world where Fane was in, he had a black sword in his hand and looked like an undefeatable pine tree standing in this world filled with blood. One another another, the corpse puppets dropped dead around him. Their black blood pooled into a small river and circulated around Fane with a swooshing sound. There was still some black blood on his sword and the blood dripped down drop by drop following the edge of the sword.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Luckily I am human or the knife would poison my blood. "Let me help," Thumas offers while hastily taking the knife from my hands. I winch as he makes a tiny cut across the tip of my forefinger and a little blood oozes out. It's surprisingly red in colour like normal blood. I cannot spot anything special about it. It would be really embarrassing if I put it in Lior's mouth and nothing changes.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her!

I couldn’t lose my mate, not when I had just found her. I felt the panic set in more when I rounded the corner and saw blood Covering the floor up to the counter. A knife was attached to the counter and had blood covering it as well. It looked like a murder scene. I walked over to the knife and used my rage and anger to rip it up.