Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

The mud seemed a bit discolored against the area outside the patch as if it had been dug out to bury something. Agenor saw that Maira and Falco had reached the origin of the rhythmic signal before them. Soon enough, Colt moved ahead and handed him the wooden cutout. Agenor gazed at the cutout as if he was looking at some kind of eviction notice from his own house. His eyes turned grim, his eyebrows unsettled, before turning back to normal. Colt spoke, "Blood is only two hours old!" "Hmm… so we have a chance!" Agenor passed the wooden cutout to rain, "And none of us spot the creature yet?"

Malleteagan’s POV Although both Sanguineabyss and Konneyard were grounded on blood magic, unlike the crater-like build of Sanguineabyss, Konneyard is built like a prairie. Actually, when I think of it, it is more like a desolate, plain, barren landscape which oozes death and despair while blood trickles in torrents from the obsidian sky, soaking our tattered clothes. The ground beneath our feet is rusty-coloured, peculiar mixture of blood and dirt. We look like vultures covered with blood from head to toe. Blood occasionally drops into my mouth. Yuck. I don’t understand Kandreah. I have no clue how can he be so obsessed with something so gross. It has corroded, metallic, off taste. It irks m

She gritted her teeth and ran towards it but to her surprise, she suddenly stumbled into the dirt. Yeah. Real dirt! She winced in pain as she slowly stood up. As she pressed her hand to the cold ground, her bangs blocking the view. She paused. Why is it wet? Did she stumble in the muds? Impossible! The soil is coarse! She then swept off her bangs away from her eyes and finally gasped in shock! Blood! The blood trickled between her fingers as it dripped towards another pool of blood beneath her. Hellion was instantly terrified and back off. Fresh blood! Why is there some fresh blood?!

His body was seen whirling here and there in the air, slaying and slaying quite lots and lots of soldiers, fighters, and also knights from Ocean Blue Land. Similarly, quite lots and lots of fighters, knights and also soldiers from West Medicine Land died in the grips of King Alexander’s, Hades’, Virando’s, and also Sugar Aquarius’ hands. Red fresh blood was seen flooding the battlefield. Many corpses of demons – both from Ocean Blue Land and from West Medicine Land – were seen lying stiffly, with their unmoving as well as stationary conditions all over the battlefield right in front of Ocean Blue Land palace. “I hope that our men are fully as well as entirely alright...” prayed Sumico contin

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

My head is filled with the sound of bees. I’ve heard of blood madness before. Baron and Darma discussed it often. He said it was becoming more common. I sink to the floor and look up at Aldric who is busy closing the door behind Vesper. “What is blood madness?” I ask. “Is it like…when neophytes lose control and start to drain every human in sight?” “No, that’s not the same thing. It means something went wrong when Baron tried to make your mother.” “What?”

But obeys. That one, I respect. He made his choice. But we’ve lost another wolf. I feel the death claw at my chest, drag something sacred out of me. More rage. More death. We don’t stop. Can’t. The fight drags on. Hours pass. Bodies fall. The field reeks of gunpowder, blood, smoke, and sorrow. When it’s over, we collapse. The ground is slick with red and scattered with limbs. The air hums with loss.

ISABELLA’S POV We never made it to the truck. The battlefield reeked of torn flesh and coppery blood. The ground had turned into slick red mud that sucked at my boots and made every step treacherous. Howls clashed with wet snarls under the swollen moon. Its light edged every wound in silver and made the carnage look even crueler. Bodies lay scattered in broken heaps. Some still gasped for air. Others stared blankly at the sky, already cooling. Caleb’s forces carved through our defenders without mercy. Claws ripped open bellies, jaws crushed windpipes. Steaming entrails froze in the night air.

I spit the head to the ground, looking around for the next challenger. As if they’ve been waiting for all three of us to shift, the vamps launch themselves from the trees in a massive wave. What the fuck is this? There’s got to be over a hundred of them! The three of us are snarling ferocious blurs of snapping teeth and slashing claws, cutting through the filthy vamp ranks like flames through dry grass. The soft bed of pine needles underfoot is littered and becomes treacherous footing with stinking, mangled carcasses and still they come.