Novel & Cerita Left 4 Dead: Blood Harvest

Three left. They reach the gate but it is too late. Rifles speak again. One spins, arms wide. Another falls face first. The last tries to climb but with a single shot to the neck, he slides down the metal, leaving a red trail. Four become zero. Only dead men and red snow stay on the screens. Fast and clean. No one reaches the wall. No one. Lev stands behind Nikolai with his jacket open. I see his shoulder. He has a smooth skin but there is no Morozov wolf brand.

Lydia screamed back. At that moment, a calm voice cut in. "We won't kill him." Hayley looked at the four people who had survived this far. "Step aside. We'll take him with us and make him get revenge for himself, and for everyone else." Lydia stared at Hayley, disbelief flooding her face. Five minutes later… A zombie outbreak erupted on Level Four of Ark One. A zombie appeared out of nowhere and broke into Level Four. Constant, who was in the Level Four control room, froze the moment he saw it.

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

I let it fall to the ground, but my anger didn’t subside. A guttural growl ripped from my throat, loud enough to shake the trees and send a flock of birds scattering into the sky. My body trembled with the intensity of my frustration. I turned away from the carcass, my eyes flashing as I disappeared back into the night and towards the blood niche. The moment I stepped into The Blood Niche room, the scene before me was grotesque. Vampires who had drunk Keilah’s blood were sprawled out on the floor, their bodies lifeless, their faces contorted in agony.

gurgles and moan fill the room. Tables turned upside-down with bullet holes,chairs upturned. Blood pools on the floor,I take stock of all the lifeless body in my home.four bodies, lay unmoving on the floor.blood pooling like a puddle around them.few men still moved. I spot laurel,nestled in Killian's arm,my second in command.

The only thing that mattered to me was their heads on my plate, their hearts on my hand, and their blood on my lips. I devoured them, and I’m enjoying it. I missed this rush: their blood was all over my body. I miss this bloodlust, making me laugh like a lunatic. “Hayden…” I heard Henry’s worried voice, but I didn’t stop from shredding dead bodies into pieces as I drained them too. “HOLY PIECE OF SHIT! YOU’RE BLOODY AGAIN!” I shivered in annoyance when I heard the only siblings that could pull me out from my dark side aside from my wife—my sister, Harriett.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

"Or did someone hire you to harvest it? Because right now, my empire is bleeding, and your little plants are at the center of the wound." He turned away from her, pacing the sterile room with a sudden, restless energy. The unbuttoned edges of his dark suit jacket parted, revealing the deep, jagged scars across his chest. "Three weeks ago, my front line warriors began falling out of formation," Silas said, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register. "It started with a cough. Within forty-eight hours, they were vomiting black fluid. By day three, their blood turned to a thick, foul-smelling sludge, and their wolves died inside them before their hearts even stopped beating. It’s an incur