How Did Sukuna Use Piercing Blood Novels & Stories

"I've told you what to do, so it's up to you whether you use it. Think about it again, alright?" With that said, the hunter left. "Of course I'll do it," I muttered under my breath. I pulled dry weeds from the cave's walls and spread them on the ground before laying Lionel down. I must have accidentally jostled his wound because he grunted in pain, but he remained unconscious. Using the knife the hunter left behind for me, I sliced open Lionel's shoulder wound and watched as black blood oozed out and slid down his muscular arm. Without hesitation, I leaned down, placed my mouth on his wound, and forcefully sucked the contaminated blood. I kept going until his blood gradually turned a darker

I pushed up my sleeve, showing the silver scars on my arm, burned there by moon energy. Each one was a mark of my humiliation. My voice shook. "Ethan, these scars on my forearm... Sophia got the betas to deliberately set off a moon energy crystal while I was mixing moonlight potions. I got blown up! I almost lost my hand!" "Last week, she suggested a moonlit hunt. But she put poisonous herbs on my arrows. I was almost torn apart by wild beasts. Do you even know what it feels like to almost die?"

I repeated the words she had told me repeatedly when she would beat me up after Avisa and I had gotten in trouble. Watching her take her last breath was surely satisfying and “sorry,” she said as she died. It’s a bit too late for that. Before I could get on my feet, someone had pounced on me by injecting me with a substance, Carrie, Arnoux’s Luna. “We have a new replacement for the blood supply,” she yelled. I tried to scream but my scream was not powerful enough to knock anyone, something in the substance took away my power. Just like the time I was kidnapped, they had developed another substance that takes away our power. I needed to tell Avisa.

Their okay s of reaching the Dark wolves before night fall was completely ruined as he and his men now had to deal with some women in the woods. Looking around, his men were on the ground, some of them with their eyes open, and their necks being pierced by something sharp. If he could look deeper and recall what they called it, it seemed to be a shuriken, a special weapon meant for distraction and for complete take down of enemies. Their throats were all pierced by these shurikens and they opened up, allowing blood to flow out of their throats and their mouths. Some of his men were still holding on to their necks as life was slowly departing from their bodies.

She kicked hard numerous times on Sienna's body until she broke out. Sienna felt piercings over her neck and shoulders. She released Nagisa and hurried up to her feet. Nagisa had pierced three needles on her body. One on her neck and two on her shoulders. She pulled them out and regarded these needles. " What are these?" Sienna asked, feeling faint. Nagisa stood afar off. She was nursing her neck where Sienna had nearly strangled her. " They're called senbons." Sienna suddenly dropped to the ground on her knees. She was paralyzed. She began feeling a cold sensation surging over her entire body.

With the other, he drove the tip of the palette knife into the rotting bullet hole. Sora was nauseous. The shifter’s thick, hot black blood drenched his fingers and seeped under his nails. The most horrific part was the pain itself. Every time the knife scraped Vardan’s nerves, the mark on Sora’s neck throbbed wildly. A sharp ache transferred into Sora’s own bones. He nearly dropped the knife as he felt the same searing sensation in his own shoulder.

She turned to notice her environment as she soon noticed a lot of eyes were on her. She was lying in the center of what seemed to be like a square. Children, old men and women and youths were all gathered. Beside her, was her alpha. She scotted over to touch him. She noticed her had markings and blood drawn over his body. She lifted her head and placed her gaze on Nuna. "What happened to him and what are you doing to him?" She asked, her words, softly spoken. "we are doing the same thing we did to you, except, we did not need blood for yours. It is called the ingkali." Someone from the crowd answered.

His gaze was not its usual teasing one; this time it was full of curiosity and undisguised admiration. ​Sua took the second needle and inserted it carefully along the nerve beneath the jaw, then gently massaged along the neck. ​Moments later, the bulge beneath her mother's skin began to move, as if agitated. Sua knew this was a sign that the creature had been disturbed and would try to escape. ​She took a small knife from the shelf beside the bed, not a surgical tool, just a small fruit knife. She made a small incision right above the bulge.

She knocks into him, and they both go crashing down. My eyes start to flutter shut again, and between blinking them open and closed, I see Lucas twist Suzanna’s neck around. Her body goes limp and he tosses her aside. My head droops forward, and my vision fades. The distinct sound of bones breaking echoes through the pool, and the male vampire screams and cries in pain. I try to lift my head up again, forcing my eyes open. Lucas is covered in blood—not his own, of course—and a pile of ashy goo surrounds his feet. Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal.

Flashes of silver lights, blinding to my eyes, that's all I see around me at first, then comes the screams from voices…but it's not in the clearing… “I'm not in the clearing,” I whisper to myself, looking down at my skin that now has a translucent hue. “What's happening to me…am I dead?”panic and fear flood my senses but before I have enough time to explore and understand the situation, the smell of blood hits me. I turn to see a lot of women, standing under the blood moon, the same moon that witnessed my birth.