Mystic Carrion Liver Novels & Stories

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

"In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them." "So, they are like you and Arlo?" "Sort of, but once the host loses its life energy, the carcurus will use it as its body like a puppet." That's fucking creepy. "How the hell did this happen?" "My guess, even though these boys only took a whiff of the miasma, it didn't have the chance to turn the boys into ferals. Those hunks got there on time." When Saye says hunks, she is referring to Dominic and Malik.

I watched, transfixed despite the pain, as my magic sought out whatever darkness had taken root inside him. But the second that light entered him, something else started oozing from his wounds. Disgusting, greasy black mist that smelled like old copper and stagnant swamp water rose from his body. It looked heavy, almost like liquid soot, dripping over the side of the white sheets and leaving dark stains wherever it touched. My stomach turned at the sight of it, bile rising in my throat. I'd never seen anything so fundamentally wrong, so opposed to life itself.

The sound died at the sight of a handful of maggots resurfacing and curving downwards as they languorously feasted on the thick muscle of her left ventricle. He threw away the viscera bitterly. Now sitting before the body in the dying light with a forehead furrowed deep enough to pocket a dime, Gerfast considered the ribs with a short stubby liver-spotted finger. Their surface was not as brittle as the rest of the bones in her body. His hand curled around one length tentatively and gave it a gentle squeeze. A relieved sigh escaping him at the feel of it still whole in his palm, he pulled and watched its point of attachment to the decayed spine easily give way.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Jai said. I turned to him quickly, shocked. "I helped him bury the bodies of the women he killed," Jai said. "It wasn't hard to figure out." "You knew about that but you still tried to convince me to stay when I found out what he was," I said, astounded. He took a deep breath, keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm one of the few people who is convinced he's more Lycanthrope than Vampire. I always thought you could help bring it out so everyone else could see it."

With over 14 points of saturation points, he had sufficient physical strength. He went to his room and open the big freezer and put all the dead bugs inside. That would stop the bodies from rotting before he extracted the usable ingredients from them. He then opened his sling bag and put all the gray-colored crystal on his bed. These soul crystals were the manifestation of the elemental affinity of beasts, the low-level beast in purple-bushes commonly had an affinity to Earth Elements. He had earned 4 gray-crystals from today's scouting. "Ah, Shit... NOT again!" Creed's hair stood up as he noticed something frightening.

First, it must be killed in a single hit and by a blunt weapons, The killing blows must not puncture the Slime body in anyway shape or form. The correct way to do it, is not by stabbing or cutting the slime flesh to get to the Nucleus. It must be done by breaking the Nucleus in a single hit, According to Doctor Elion Fellmir, Usually he would hold the slime down by stepping on it, flattening the body until the Nucleus were bulging on the surface of the body, and then with a swift motion of a wooden club, immediately breaking the cores. The reason as to why the Carcass were intact were presume because the body were not harm in anyway, and also because the nucleus were break instantly the Slim

Alexis stared at Lendon seriously and said, “Mr. Martin, after last full moon night, I am sure Miss Miller can help control your poison, but….” “What?” Lendon stared at Alexis and asked coldly. “The poison has increased rapidly since last night,” Alexis answered. Lendon had guessed this result, so he didn’t get angry. “Do you know the reason?” He asked. “I think it is also related to Miss Miller.” Alexis explained patiently, “At full moon night, Miss Miller will spread a kind of special smell as well as another matter from her that could lessen the wolf poison inside your body; therefore, I conclude she can help decrease it. But on an ordinary day, her body is producing another matter that w