How To Get Rivers Of Blood Katana Novels & Stories

I crouch down and try to make myself look as small as possible. I feel a lump of tears in my throat, but I refuse to let him see me cry, as I plead again. “Ryan, please don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.” My teeth chatter and I shiver as the frigid wind swirls around me. I look over the side of the deep ravine. The river at the bottom is raging dark red in the moonlight with giant chunks of ice and snow swirling in the current. Blood River. If I try to jump, I’m going to die on the rusty rocks just below the surface. If I were in wolf form maybe I would have a chance. Maybe. That’s not an option now. I turn back around to face my fate.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

“I’m stronger than a normal human, and my powers can sustain me. And I can replenish my energy if needed.” Kat still looked unsure, but we had no other choice. We found a cover behind another tree, and she took out a vial of nasty brown liquid from her bag. “Okay, I need a pen and a piece of paper,” she said. I looked at her aghast! “We are in the middle of a battle!” I yelled. “Jeez, calm down.. tear a piece of your sari,” she instructed, and I quickly complied, tearing a piece from my pallu that was tucked into my waist. Before I could object further, Kat cut my arm, drawing blood.

I stopped my crazy thoughts, It was now 12:14am, and it was time to start the ritual. “Haec sex victimarum sanguine ianua aperitur. Et erit Ancetors et nemo prudentior. Qui ligata sit a magica tuæ revertemini ad quem ius regni.” I chanted times three, and then I took the blade Katrina gave me and I sliced the sacrifice’s throat. She didn’t move or make a sound as she bled out. Once she was fully bled out I materialized back to Katrina who had just watched the last of her sacrifices blood drain. I grabbed her and we materialized to the clearing specified. This was the predicted place the portal would open.

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

My blade shut up and buried itself in its thick fur, slicing the wolf from neck to groin as I slid under it. One down, two to go... Without stopping my forward momentum, I got to my feet and grabbed the tail of the wolf on the left, using it to spring onto its back. I drove my acquired katana into the space between its huge shoulders as I settled on its back and rolled off it as it fell with a dead cry. The last wolf was barreling towards me, and I just hefted the katana like a javelin and let it go. It flew through the air and struck the wolf between the eyes till it was buried to the hilt.

Every drop of water in that tidal wave turned crimson and froze solid mid-air (a thousand-foot wall of blood-crystal glittering in the moonlight). “River’s closed,” she said sweetly. “Try Uber.” Seras leapt onto the frozen wave, surfing it like a fiery comet, and detonated the whole thing into a storm of razor-sharp, burning shards that shredded the front line of shadow-wraiths. Lucian launched skyward, shifting mid-air into full copper dragon (forty tons of scales and bad attitude). He banked hard and breathed a lance of white-hot dragonfire straight into the goddess’s chest.

He tried again, coughing harder now. He pulled back, covered his mouth, looked at his hand… Blood. “What the fuck did you do?” he choked. I straightened. “Been in this game long enough to always have a backup plan.” “You little bitch…” he started, his voice strained as more blood gushed from his lips. “You thought I’d make it this easy?” I said, stepping forward. “You’re messing with Raven.” “I’ll destroy you…” he wheezed, his knees buckling. He tried to stand.

Her pupils shrunk, and she continued to laugh with an insane expression. “You fools don't understand; something is coming—something greater than all of you combined. I see it in my dreams; I see it every time I close my eyes, and the only way to stop it...” Katrina said. She dipped her right hand in the bag she carried, then slowly pulled out a sword—the same sword that was given to her by the old blacksmith. She turned to Anaya, then completed her sentence, "...Is to kill her." She flung the sword in her direction, but instead of hitting Lady Anaya, it went through Maldruid's chest, then vanished in a puff of black smoke.

She just imagined killing them, why did she think it would come true? Quan grabbed a black weapon belonging to one of them that was already under her feet. How could that weapon be near Quan, she didn't bother to think about it. The girl slashed blindly because the darkness still covered the eyes. They screamed in pain, but their screams were strange; like the screams of children. Like Quan's voice.