Kokushibo Blood Demon Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their armor shattered, and their forms dissolved into grey ash before they even hit the ground. But Silas—the thing that used to be Silas wasn't so easily stopped. He let out a roar that tasted like rust in the air and swung a massive, jagged arm at Vane. Vane caught the blow with his bare hand. The sound of metal meeting demonic flesh was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Vane’s shoes cracked the stone floor beneath him, but he didn't move an inch. A thin trickle of dark, almost black blood ran down his palm, and the sight of it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Elara. He was bleeding. He was real.

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall. "Is that all you've got?" the demon hissed, its eyes glowing like embers as it swung a massive, shadow-cloaked fist. Kai ducked the blow, the wind from the strike ruffling his hair, and countered with a palm strike to the demon's chest that sent a shockwave rippling through the corridor. The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size.

Her eyes turned to a knife that was quite strange in shape. "What's with this knife?" She took the knife and noticed a small tube in the middle of the iron blade. “You can fill that little tube with your blood. If you stab the demon's chest with that knife, the thin tube will burst and the blood can flow straight into its heart. Allan said again, explaining. She immediately admired the prowess of the knife. Her eyes scanned the available weapons on the table one by one. Because she had to choose a weapon that was comfortable to use.

I collapsed to the ground, clutching my chest, unable to breathe. Ryoushin stood between me and the monster, grabbing it by the throat. The tattoo on his arm writhed, twisting like a living snake squeezing the demon tight. Red liquid flowed into the creature’s body, glowing like molten lava. “G-give him to me. He’s mine,” the demon hissed, voice chilling me to the bone. Tears poured down my face uncontrollably. The monster exploded like a bomb, its body turning to smoke and fading into the wind.

As Ruben eased the young demon maiden’s unconscious form down onto the chair behind him, he stood up and could feel the power rushing through his body. Demon blood may be bitter but it was powerful…he wondered what it would be like taking the blood of a Demon Lord as he turned to glance in Basille’s direction, eyes glowing red. Should he lash out and take him unawares. Basille chuckled before slowly turning his head and meeting Ruben’s gaze with a wily smirk.

After a few minutes nothing happened. "Something is going on with you," Zain stated and grabbed her hand. He stared at it then looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "Your fingers are turning black," he said with a raspy voice. Megan looked at her fingers and saw the darkening tips. She curled them and tuck them into her coat pockets "I don't know what's happening." "You should have listened to me." They searched around when they heard a loud strange noise, and before their very eyes, Josie's werewolf body disappeared!

"This is the time when the demons are searching for that object. I hope this child can prevent them from taking it." "Calm down, trust him. The blood he possesses is not just one bloodline but another bloodline equally as powerful as his own." The spirits nodded, hoping that the world where they were born could be free from the curse that had haunted them all this time. ……. BOOMMM.. "Ugh!" Long Hu'er was suddenly struck from the front, causing her to be thrown toward the demon monster chasing her. "You…" As Long Hu'er endured the pain from the blow, her eyes widened in shock upon seeing who had struck her. Her eyes seemed unable to believe what she was seeing, even more so than she had expec

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

I could tell he noticed who I was watching. “Pass me that wine,” I said, pointing toward the shelf beside the cabinet. He picked it up and brought it over. “No glass?” he asked. I shook my head. “I don’t need it.” I pulled the cork and drank straight from the bottle. The burn hit immediately, but it didn’t kill anything inside me. I could still feel that same knot in my chest. Scorpion didn’t leave as well. He stood near the door, watching me. Then he looked at the screen again.