Mage Of Blood Homestuck の小説・ストーリー

He pinned my body back against the heavy iron bookshelf, shaking me violently. The physical shock instantly triggered the dangerous magic inside my chest. A sharp, white-hot heat exploded behind my ribs. The internal fire rushed up my throat, thick and burning. A heavy pool of hot copper blood flooded my tongue. My vision turned black at the edges, and my knees became completely weak under his heavy weight. I tightly clamped my mouth shut, forcing my teeth together as I forcefully swallowed the blood down. My knuckles turned white inside my grey jacket pockets as I fought to keep the golden threads beneath my skin from glowing in front of him.

‎ ‎A volley of arrows and bullets from the Rogues swept the roof, suppressing the snipers. ‎ ‎I reached the massive doors. They hummed with a dark, pulsating energy. ‎ ‎I pulled my dagger. I slashed my palm again, reopening the wound from the heist. ‎ ‎I pressed my bloody hand against the wood. ‎ ‎It burned. The magic fought me, tasting the rebellion in my blood. ‎ ‎Open, I commanded, pushing my will into the house. I am the blood of Masia. I am the daughter of the house. ‎ ‎The wood groaned. The iron bands heated up, glowing red.

I told her honesty, and she started explaining it all over again. " An offspring of a mage is always a mage, even when she can't control chaos. Lucas Salvatore supposed to die when Stephany died, but he's alive even after that, he was attacked by that vampire. A mage mate won't die until the mage died first, and when a mate dies her mage immediately dies too."

However, she had the Four Holy Beasts’ blood and could suppress the sinister energy. Still, the Curse Magic was powerful. Despite having the Four Holy Beasts’ blood in her body, the Curse Magic still managed to control her consciousness. However, she would occasionally regain consciousness. Swoosh! A dark silhouette appeared out of thin air. He looked at the struggling Thea and raised his hand. Black characters appeared in his palm and submerged into Thea’s forehead. Thea stopped struggling and stood up. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were crimson. Sinister energy erupted from her body at that moment.

“You’ve taken enough. Take me, leave him.” Solmyra smiled as though Serena had just complimented her hair. “You still don’t understand, child. This was never just about you. He carries the rage of the blood moon. That… is priceless.” She extended her arms, and the floor beneath them glowed with ancient sigils. A dark red light pulsed like a heartbeat. Serena had seen this before—on the day they drained her blood. But this was deeper magic. Older. Hungrier. Alexandro growled in pain, the magic constricting around him like vines of iron. His wolf, Ravik, howled from within, trying to break free, but the silver pressed deeper, suffocating it.

In her hands. “The ritual I’ve been preparing,” Celeste said, “uses a blood anchor to establish a direct connection to a Royal Wolf’s power source. Your father’s blood connects to you — you loved him, he loved you, the grief is mutual and enormous and that’s exactly the kind of emotional resonance that makes blood magic viable.” She held the vial up. “I take the connection the blood establishes. I open a channel directly to your Royal power. And I drain it into myself.” “That doesn’t work,” I said.

I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside. He screamed as the blood in his veins boiled, popping every vein and artery with the heat and force of the displacement. I finally severed the link to the fire magic, letting my Siphoning ability finish the job. Hopefully I would be able to absorb enough energy to save myself. His screams died quickly as boiling blood filled his lungs, and I watched in horror as his eyes began to bleed. I stepped back as he crumpled to the ground, his wrist still in my hand as I absorbed all I could from him. I spun around as a loud boom shook the ground and saw the Bloo

I drank his blood. Magnus took a deep breath, his expression growing serious. "Actually," he started, his tone making Cathy pause mid-rant. She felt a sudden chill, sensing there was more to come. ‘More. There's always more.’ Magnus glanced at the dragon, which had the audacity to look smug. Cathy's gaze darted between them, her heart racing. ‘Conspiracy. They're all in on it.’ "There's more," Magnus continued, his voice gentle but firm. "The dragon's been sharing its magic through my blood, protecting them because... well, they're not just wolf pups."

She kept on doing so until , the fruit bowl was half filled with her blood . The sight of so much blood with half of it splattered on the floor should have made her feel nauseated but she didn't feel sick at all . Instead the bowl of blood gave her a odd sort of satisfaction , this time she will definitely clean up the trash that has been rotting her master's excellent lineage . Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer .

Magnus questions, his brows knitting together in confusion. Morgana leisurely crosses the distance between us, and stops at my feet before she explains, “A little alpha blood can go a long way in providing magical energy for the spell. But you’ll wish you were dead, Elara. That’s how much it’s going to hurt. And that scar on your arm will likely remain forever.” I find her words uncomfortable, and the look on Magnus’ face says he feels the same. “You’re performing blood magic? You said it was advanced alchemy,” I say, accusation evident in my tone.