Novel & Cerita Knight Of Blood Homestuck

she yelled and before I knew it, I saw her hands reach out, her wolf present, and pushed me backwards down the stairs. As I screamed out, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to catch myself. For the second time today, I felt the impending feeling of death. Grasping towards anything to catch myself, my hands only encountered air before I felt the first painful thump of my head hitting the stairs, taking me into darkness. Bronx POV Something was terribly wrong. It felt like the Guardian Knight bond was blocked. I quickly mindlinked Nat outside, “Nat, is it possible to block the bond?”

Immediately, the knights removed their helmets and armors to get more air, the others outside rushed towards those who were laying on the floor unconscious. Inside the forbidden library on the other hand, Lyon was laying down on a small puddle of blood that he had created above the cold stone pavement. He had fallen unconscious from blood loss, his body laid perfectly still, moreover he looked like a lifeless body as his skin color had gone pale. He was then awoken by a gentle touch on his back, stroking his spine from his neck down to just above his buttocks.

Chris laughed nervously. Sienna didn't say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard. Chris continued, "I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy's throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!"

Time stilled. Elena drew her sword out, the blade touching the ground as the blood of her attacker still stained it. Slovic collapsed on both his knees, his hands clutching his chest. He faced his niece one final time and saw a look of nonchalance on her face. Gritting his teeth, he took his heart blood and began to mutter some incantations. Elena couldn't see what he was doing as his back was facing her, but Calhoun could see it. He immediately started going forward to put a stop to it.

Kaven, who saw the tension between the two of them, gulped nervously. Time was ticking. The Panthera Knights were still struggling to defend the kingdom even though it felt like their defeat was already before their eyes. The blood of the fallen knights dyed the white snow with ghastly crimson color. The monsters that had died came back to life. Its tyrannosaur head, with a smaller body, rose from the dead and took advantage of the situation. Its jaw caught one of the knights easily. One swoop of its bite was enough to take down the knight. It then spat out the knight, and the knight died from loss of blood.

Not a full transformation, but enough to turn his eyes silver and bring shadows coiling around his hands. The attackers arrive in a wave of silver light and righteous fury. They're wearing the robes of the Moon Sanctum—pale blue trimmed with silver, marked with the symbol of Irethiel. The dreamweavers among them have their hands raised, already weaving illusions and reality warps. The moon-knights have weapons that glow with blessed silver. At the front of the group is someone I recognize. Elder Corwin. The man who sentenced me to marriage or cleansing back in Eclipsehaven.

The pack howls again, and this time, it feels like laughter. Blackthorn is whole. The night is ours. And for once, I don’t mind being a little bit immortal. ***End of Book 1*** Thank you so much to all the wonderful people who read this book. These characters have crawled under my skin and set up camp. Knowing I’m not the only one who loves them, warms my heart. Please keep a look-out in the coming weeks for Book 2, where we follow Kieran on his journey to rebuild Silvercrest, and maybe finally find a love of his own. Blood Oath: A Different Kind of Alpha, by Quinn Montclair.

I lick off the blood on his face, unable to stop myself as I kiss his lips, “A fragile being like you bleeding is so unpleasant to watch. We have been together for almost two months now and our bond is becoming unbreakable. Why are you trying to destroy us so badly? Why are you fighting against your own heart? Get on your knees!” I watch him struggle to get himself together as he sinks into his knees, his hand over his stomach as he is unable to keep his body up. “Knight please, I’m sorry, I will never say anything about him again.” “Him?” I clenched my fist tightly as Bram almost bite his own tongue, “You know your mate is a him, right?” “I don’t know, I just thought that will be the case.”

I screamed while plunging the sword into the creature as deep as I could, then drawing my sword from his body and stepping back, bracing for the next attack. I was caught off guard when the creature began to turn to ash and evaporate. Just like the Crawlers. The sharp sting of pointed nails dug into my back. My legs gave out as the burn intensified. Large and knife-like teeth dug into my shoulder and my sword fell from my hand as I wailed in agony on my knees. ‘Draw on the power of the Knights’ Conri yelled at me from within, feeling him wanting to shift. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to do what he was telling me.

“I like this position so what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to drink my blood? To nourish yourself? Your glamour will start to fade soon, you know.” “Fine, fine,” I huff, finally giving in. I lower my head to his neck and open my mouth to reveal my teeth that are growing by the second. I bury my fangs in him and start sucking gently. That’s our arrangement. I suck gently and he will allow me to drink his blood. And as a human mage, his blood will make me stronger, with vitality flowing through my body. It also means that my magic will get stronger. “Oh, Serra...”