Novel & Cerita Mistborn Ghostbloods

A occupied the Northern side. There were tales of a world that existed above us. A place filled with non-magical creatures with cultures and languages very similar to ours. But they age, something impossible in MistWorld. No one knew what was out there in the universe and if those tales were true or not. In MistWorld we never aged, but we could be killed, though not easily. It would have to be a very severe injury like cutting off the head or pulling out the heart. Although there was a day we call Kalghaeon when the sky went dark and we got drained of our magic.

screamed Ghost in the doorway to the office. A shot rang out. It echoed off the walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Amber watched Ghost drop to the concrete floor only feet away. A trail of crimson seeped out from around him, reaching towards Amber. She was frozen. Muted. Her brain not working. But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads.

The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters. This was to be expected as Adrian was a powerful person capable of vanquishing the sources of these Blood Banes, and the Chaos Blade was a weapon meant for slaying these very sources. Combined, their power naturally amplified the effectiveness against the Blood Bane Energy. Now that Adrian could use his aura to annihilate these ghostly hands, he wasted no effort in making a move. With a cold expression, he continued deeper into the blood-red space. As he advanced, the ghostly hands vanished, replaced by Blood Specters. These Blood Specters were far more formidable than the ghostly hands. Adrian coul

before the monster could continue to finish his words, his eyes started to fall off as he felt his body turning into ash. Booshhh..... Green blood splattered everywhere but it didnt even touch a single hem of Gabriel shirt as he hid his palm once again and resumed walking, not caring about the phone that fall off and screen now shattered. Wind scratches his cheek as the green blood of the monster he had mercilessly touched at his back is starting to fade away and turned into ash, cleaning the once messy road as it got carried away by the wind. The system that played dead earlier when green blood splattered finally did his duty as he beep and announce loudly inside its Host head.

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."

The Blood-Flood Pact Mireya stood in the center of the collapse, breathless. Where the Tide-Heart had been was now only mist—glowing, pulsing, laced with the scent of rain and blood. The chamber that once felt eternal now cracked at the edges. Water ran upward. The walls flickered like torn canvas. But she was still there. Alive. Somehow. Bastian knelt nearby, covering his face as a final wave of saltwind ripped through the space. His hair dripped, his hands burned faintly from the light that had poured out of Mireya. “Are we dead?” he asked, coughing.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Adrian When we reached the old Phi Umbra house in Cainebrielle, the sight that greeted us was carnage wrapped in fire and silver. Blood streaked the grass, blackened with wolf and Dhampir alike. Carson and his men held their ground, but the wolves were pinned beneath a relentless hail of gunfire. The Strigoi’s Dhampirs were well-armed, their weapons gleaming with silver tips that sang with each discharge. They outnumbered the wolves ten to one, a tide of shadows pushing forward without hesitation.

Under the blood-red setting sun, Caspian stood on the ruins of a silent battlefield. Beneath his feet, corpses piled up like mountains and bones were like a sea. He seemed to be the Death who climbed out of hell! "Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic!" With a roar, Caspian punched again. At this moment, the whole surface of his forearm was covered with blood and the blood exploded into a thick bloody mist. The blood mist enveloped his arm, transforming into an enraged ghost head. It opened its huge mouth and punched out, roaring as it attempted to destroy everything.