Novel & Cerita Mystic Carrion Liver

Lips pull down into frowns. Meanwhile, my stomach rolls. I feel unsettled. There’s something wrong, something fishy, but I can’t put my finger on it. Fear, worry… they try to nag at the back of mind. And I shove it away. Conversations pick up quickly. Everyone is confused about the whole ordeal. Some run to the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alpha Eric and Lysandra. And soon, the whole kitchen is in an uproar, chores long forgotten. I have never met Lysandra, but rumors had it that she has Alpha blood, a Luna by birth. There were stories of her winning pack fights. And there were rumors that spoke about how cunning she was. “Snake” was the term used to describe her.

Interesting interesting… - Radolyub, do not delve into the theory, I'm not saying that it is not needed, but, unfortunately, we do not have time for this, - Yarsi snapped. - You will have to act empirically, and all the corpses will be delivered to you for research. In fact, they are completely dead. But you can get something out of them. - Completely dead? This is also pleasing - in the sense that they can be easily destroyed. - Not easy, - the werewolf grimaced and looked the magician in the eyes. - Ordinary silver does not take them, weapons will also have to be enchanted, how exactly - this is a question for you. Spells for you. Are there craftsmen in Carival?

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

As the former Beta’s daughter, she was seen as delicate and pampered from childhood, while I was the orphan—the stray, the Luna took in. But we’re not very close, because like most of the wolves in the pack, she ignores me most of the time, even bullies me. She’s Jace’s beloved sister, so I’m willing to put up with her and take care of her. That afternoon, Carina called me up to the laboratory. She needed help with a procedure. "Ashley, dear, help me with something, will you?" Carina turned to me, holding up a glass bottle. It contained Silver Salt—a corrosive substance strong enough to melt the flesh of a werwolf.

I was stricken with fear by his almost-turned state, his body contorting into his terrifying Lycan form. With a growl, Kael ran towards us, ripping Lord Mortis away from me and slamming him hard against the opposite wall. Lord Mortis let out a cry of pain, crumbling to the ground in a heap. I slumped as well, feeling something wet stream down my neck, violent coughs racking my chest. More blood filled my mouth, and I spat it out, my vision blurring.

But then a wave of dread washed over me. Caroline was here, in the underworld. “How are you here, Caroline?” I asked, pulling away from her. “I was killed,” she said, shuddering at the memory. “I know, but when you die, you don’t automatically come to the underworld unless…” I didn’t finish the sentence; I didn’t need to. We both looked at one another, already knowing what each other was thinking. Whatever Magnolia used to kill Caroline; it must have been poisoned with the same thing Liam and Liz were poisoned with.

Hirre said as she thought about the Lycan. "What do you mean?" Androssi asked wondering. "Rotten blood. Their blood smell like shit." Severus replied and Androssi was shocked about what she heard. "You mean, their blood? B-but how this can be happen. As far as I know, rotten blood was just a myth. And it was impossible to have that kind of smell since their mother pack which was Desdemonian was now ghosting the world!" Androssi was still stunned as she really put in shock.

I had no strength left to deal with my raging lycan in this situation. After what felt like a century, the door opened and Carla approached me, her expression grim. “Your Majesty,” she said quietly. “Her life is hanging by a thread. It’s… not much we can do.” Carla’s statement cracked my composure, unleashing the monstrous fury inside me. I snarled at her, my voice sharper than a blade. “What kind of healer are you? Didn’t you tell me that you have specialized in diseases related to the Lunaris bloodline?”

He was larger than most, and his coat was a rich shade of chocolate brown. Brown was a very uncommon color for Lycanthrope, we tend to all be the same shade of black, other than myself, of course. But I'm not like other Lycanthrope. I am a True Hybrid – half-Moroi half-Lycanthrope. My coat is of the purest white. Brown only belonged to a certain line of Lycanthrope in Russia, but I hadn't seen any in America. To my surprise, the brown Lycanthrope had successfully ripped open the throat of the Pricolici and was in the process of detaching the rest of the head from the body. I stared mesmerized and in awe.

“That's…. Impossible; her werewolf abilities are going to try to push it out because it's foreign, and that's speeding up her death.” “Whoever created this is very sly. I wonder where Sarah got this from.” Silver pierced Carmen's body and got some blood. The blood already had a black shade on it; the sight was almost repulsive to see. “Do you have any ideas?” I looked at Silver, he was still going strong, so he must have a way. “I do, one of the worst herbs ever known to supernatural creatures.” “The mistletoe.” I took a deep breath. 'That herb burned away our essence. So painful.'