Game Of Thrones Head On Spike Novels & Stories

“I did.” “Good. Use them tomorrow” And so he had. The spikes were specially crafted by a top blacksmith after the group stages had ended. They had been made during the break they had been given and were the non-lethal type. They weren’t as sharp or as long as regular spikes. But they were good enough to injure a person well enough to force a referee to call off the match. Soon Orange Monk crushed into Blue Mantis, and the spikes went through the armor and into the man’s chest. Then Orange Monk quickly pulled out the spikes and punched Blue Mantis with all of his strength, on the same spot!

Bone gave. He tore Zephyr’s head clean off in one brutal motion. Blood blasted out hot and thick, spraying across the collapsing barrier as the body pitched forward into the soaked grass. Through the red haze, Gildeon caught Feviel moving fast on the wind, hauling Araheen clear before the blood could reach her. Gildeon stood over the corpse with Zephyr’s severed head in one clawed hand, his own heart hammering hard enough to shake his ribs. Breath ripped in and out of him as he stared at the body lying twisted in the grass.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He crooked his brows, questioning Spider. " What's the meaning of these nonsense? " " Kill them Zeus. " " What? " " They killed our men. Get rid of them. " " No, he is lying. We are innocent. " One cried out, nervously reaching out to Royalty. Before she could grab his sleeves, Spider had taken action. He picked up a sharp drill, and angrily drilled off her head. Splash! A loud scream of terror filled the entire room. The drill butchered her head into tiny million pieces, her blood splattered on Spider's face.

"You sly fox, so is this how you escape your death?" I stared at him emotionless, I held the handle of the scythe and pointed its hook towards his head. "I just got a VIP ticket." I said as I pierced the end of the blade towards his heart. Spurt! Blood flowed like a fountain and rained on me. The black spear melted into the shadows and disappeared into the void. A big whole on the center of his chest was revealed. His eyes where still staring at me before he dropped on the ground face first. Thud!

Tala said sweetly She stood up and moved closer to where Dave was standing. "And you must be Dave. Am Tala." She said sheepishly.. Geez! She was already into Dave too? Dave ignored her as he spoke. "Am in." And i heard a loud bang on my head. He moved to where the rest were seated and drag a stool which i didn't even notice and sat on it. I stood still.. I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too.

It tried to dodge, but every direction was sealed by the hail of fire. That's the power of heavy suppression. No tricks. Just a metal storm. Several rounds struck its legs and shoulders, blasting clouds of green blood. It was regenerating, sure, but the sheer kinetic force locked it in place. And in that instant, one round found its mark—the pale patch on its right flank. The sound akin to a hot knife through butter rang out. The hardened carapace shattered. The round punched deep into its body and detonated. BOOM!!! The White Spike's slender body convulsed. Its waist was blown halfway through—organs and shattered bone spraying across the ground. Its charge collapsed into a tumbling wreck, r

The head burst like an overripe melon. Blood splashed all over Draevon's face and body but he didn't even flinch. He just stood there, covered in red, looking almost bored. With a casual gesture of his head, both dead bodies burst into flames. The smell of burning flesh filled the throne room but Draevon breathed it in like it was fresh morning air.

His body is trembling, and his throat feels so tight he can’t even find his voice to speak and just when he thinks it can't get any worse, the alpha reaches out to brush hair off Soren's face, and instantly, he and the alpha freeze for a second as the earpiece comes into display. “He's wearing an earpiece.” He announces loudly. Soren's eyes widen and panic settles in his bones but just then Theon gives one simple order. “Duck.” Soren doesn't waste a second as he instantly ducks and a second later, the sound of shattering glass echoes loudly in the room before a bullet hits the alpha square at the center of his brow; his eyes stay wide as he drops to the floor with a hard thud, his blood pool

“You’re letting that evil control you. She has to go. Take her.” Something inside me snapped. and suddenly everything went blurry… I could hear Sylvara behind me. I could hear Ael shouting. “Kaelen—no! Don’t—” But everything went silent after that. Like the world dropped underwater. My chest tightened. My breath stopped. The rage didn’t rise this time It broke loose. A sound ripped out of me—low, guttural. My bones shifted first. Slow at first… then violently. I dropped to one knee as pain shot through my spine.