Novel & Cerita Mud And Blood 3

Elara’s POV: I gripped the handle of my short blade, my breath coming in jagged, heavy rasps. The air in the ravine was a thick, nauseating soup of iron-scented blood and the stench of scorched wolf fur. The slope in front of me was a disaster. The mud had been churned into a slick, dark red soup that made it impossible to keep a firm footing. This wasn't some strategic military maneuver; it was just a bunch of animals rolling around in the filth, fighting to see whose bones were harder and whose teeth could find a throat first.

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

Matrix’s POV The wardline pulsed behind me, low and steady, like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. I spat blood into the gorse and watched it bead bright in the rain before the mud swallowed it. Shoulder burned, thigh leaking, nose broken. Every breath whistled. Silver’s blade had kissed deep enough to hum. I’d bled across three continents for less cause, but she always made it personal.

I searched everywhere in this house to find something that I can use, from the basement, his room and to the library, and luckily, I found some telescope in his room on the last floor, the third one, this will be perfect for it. Speaking of the third floor, there's nothing really important nor peculiar about it, it's just a simple and normal room except for the smell of blood all over it, both human and animal blood, I should be running now from the smell because it's not good but why am I smelling it like it's a perfume? Oh hell! Did he infect me with his weird personality? I just left the room while erasing the thought in my mind, I need to get going now. Damn it! Why am I more excited for

The rogues were sloppy, and for every one of ours that they took down, we took five of theirs. But they tired us out. The ground grew slick with mud and coppery blood, and as our legs grew weak from exhaustion, our men began to collapse. The horn came soon after. It was a low, mournful sound that echoed from deep within the mist. The rogues retreated. For a split second, there was quiet, save for the sounds of our warriors panting and dying. And then… Bloodmoon came. They walked from the mist, slowly, too slowly, silent as wraiths. Their feet didn’t even make the twigs crunch under them. At first, I only saw five shapes moving through the mist. Then, as my eyes focused, I saw ten. Then more.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much 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

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?”

The energy in the air confirms it—they are going to die today, and none will be left to crawl home with a warning. The first wave of humans comes into view. I don’t hesitate. One’s aiming at one of ours—she doesn’t see it coming. I pull the trigger. The bullet strikes her temple. She drops like a stone. A fierce jolt of satisfaction shoots through me. They may be trained. But they’re still human. I spot a warrior gunning down three enemies heading my way—but he’s tackled from the side. A rogue. “Where the hell did the rogues come from?” Layla snarls as we take aim and fire, catching the rogue just before he slashes my warrior’s throat.