Mage Of Blood Homestuck の小説・ストーリー

Was glad. So glad. Crouched over her as she blinked at me slowly, choking on her own blood, her flawless face covered in it. I gave her a little power, cleared her throat. She turned her head, spit out the crimson flow. Tried to use it, blood magic, only to have it reject her as her stolen magicks rejected her. They were as powerful as ever, hovering, waiting. Keeping her alive. For me. How thoughtful. I'd have to buy them flowers or something.

I needed to save the pack, but I couldn't leave him behind. "Go Isabella. I'm fine. I'm healing." Diego coughs up more blood. He was lying, he wasn't healing. Delilah's dark magic was making it difficult for him to heal. "Just hang in there Diego. I'll come back for you." I promised him, running into the woods and back to the castle. I was following the mate pull, it was drawing and leading me back to my mate. I arrived at the castle to find it in great pandemonium. I encountered some Black Blood wolves on my path, with my magic I cursed them to their death. I said a spell plucking out the hearts of the wolves that came at me,

Unlike dragons, wolves were not immune to magic. Just then, the Mage stumbled as she reached the golden stool of the master of the temple, coughing up blood. Taking advantage of the witches' distraction, Y took his precious hostage and ran with the rest of his army, since they couldn't fight with their wolves unable to transform. The betrayal Waai had seen coming, just not so soon. He was expecting to end the Mage after she had taken care of Dom and his dragon, but she took the step too early.

I had a slight suspicion that I would never forget that. While Miguel was still lying passed out on my couch, I started cleaning the dirt. That would have taken hours on end to make all the blood that hid in the corners of the walls disappear completely, so I released the magic once again, gushing magenta shadows all over the place where the blood was, making it disappear at once. I didn't worry about the outside. I knew that the rain would cause the blood to flow through the culverts and go away from human sight until dawn, since the torrential storm was still at its peak.

My chest heaved as the burning magic surged violently through me. The swirling strands suddenly snapped outward. Lyria cried out as the blood ripped free from her skin, slicing across her arm like a whip. She collapsed to her knees with a scream, one hand over the gaping cut now there. The crimson threads splattered across the ground. No one moved. No one spoke. They stared at me like I had become something else entirely. Something monstrous. Then one of the mages stumbled backward in horror. “She’s controlling blood.” Another voice trembled. “That’s forbidden magic.”

Hank held up his head high. Edmund squinted his eyes and curved his lips into an evil smile: "Sounds fun, maybe I'll try that." Buster shifted at Edmund's words, and Sarla also pulled out her wand, like the rest of the mages. The whole room was now under huge tension. "Do you really think you can leave if we don't allow it?" Hank sneered coldly, "With a deep wound and a girl unconscious in your arms?" They have ten high-level mages, and Edmund has only Buster and Sarla, with Lilith in his arms out cold. What was worst was that Edmund could feel his power draining from him. Many rituals use "blood of heart" because it was an important source of power.

The mage laughed, dark and low, feeding on her struggle. The beast threw Fin into a tree and stabbed him multiple times, while the mage sliced Nova's palm and drank from it. He inhaled her scent again, his expression twisted with lust and hunger. Nova still fought to pull away, as he slashed her other arm, filling a very large vial with her blood. He walked through a portal and as soon as it snapped closed, the tension holding Nova slackened.

“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...”

Beasts of all shapes and sizes jumped out from the cracked earth attacking anything in their wake… Declan motioned for them to fall back, letting the mages and bloodline users now step to the forefront. Magic and power were the only things that would work against this. Each bloodline user used their ability, Malcolm locked eyes with one of the beasts freezing it in its step before it tumbled over and was destroyed by another bloodline user. Gabriel was using his flame power

My hands still tingled slightly, and as I shook out my free one in an attempt to get my powers jump started, Verina stood. Blood dripped down the side of the mage’s neck from a deep gash that stretched from just beneath her ear all the way down to her collar. She attempted to wipe it away with her hand, but it did no good, only smeared the crimson. Brice had gotten a good bite in before she’d thrown him off. I imagined what I was seeing was the aftermath of a mage who was trying to heal herself while keeping her attacker at bay. As she stumbled to her feet, she prepared to toss another ball of energy toward Brice who was lying motionless on the ground near the tree.