Novel & Cerita Naruto Ice Bloodline Fanfiction

he whispered and tried thinking but his head threaded and there was a heavy pouring of pain in his head, it hurts so much just when he was about to recall what has happened, it felt like his head was been crumpled on the marble floor. Then there was moisture on his forehead, he used his palm to wipe it and glanced at it, what he saw was blood, his blood. He trembled at the sight of this, he has never seen blood before but at that moment he was seeing his, he felt like rolling on the floor and screaming in pain, but he was nearly an adult he'd wanted to keep his cool, he thought. Hinata might see that if at all he does that, it would tarnish his hot image in her mind.

She held her hand over the cold basin, letting three drops of her thick, silver-tinted blood fall onto the frozen stone. ​The glacier groaned. ​A sudden, high-pitched ringing sound filled the air as the three drops of blood hissed against the ice. Instead of freezing, the blood turned into liquid silver light, racing up the veins of the glacier like water down a parched root. The massive wall of blue ice did not shatter... instead it dissolved the solid frozen water misting outward in a warm, fragrant cloud of winter pine and ancient starlight. ​"The gate is open."

he licked the blood on the tips of his fingers and said, "Are you ready for your death?" Before he finished his sentence, I could see sharp icicles flying towards us. Darren told me that his brother was able to control the element of water. Now he was attacking us with piercing sharp icicles! I didn't even think twice. I pulled Alex behind my back and turned back, using my body as a shield to cover all my friends. As icicles stabbed into my back one after another, I felt excruciating pain. "No!!! Miss!!!" "No!!!" I heard Mana and Mata's scream.

Kiran York tested his body and felt a surge of tremendous power, much stronger than the pure Dragon Vein power he had before. This surprised him, and he attempted to release this power to dispel the ice. However, as soon as the power emerged, it seemed to be instantly locked by the ice, which remained unmoved. Kiran grew slightly anxious. If he couldn't break through the ice, how would he escape? More importantly, he didn't know how much time had passed—had the day of his duel with Dessler already arrived?

“Akiro...” “You’re... you’re a vampire?” he asked, his voice sounding rough. I slowly nodded. “I am.” “How can that be...” Akiro shakes his head. “How could that be possible? They were just fictional!” “Some things about it were indeed fictional, but we really exist, Akiro. Though we come from another world that has no humans except for our fated mates.” Akiro continued to shake his head, promptly ignoring what I said. “It’s real, Akiro. I am a vampire. How else can you explain how I have the ability to control ice?”

She was aware of our conditions, we were not in our very strong forms after starvation and the silver chained to our bodies for years and weeks in my case. The trees and darkness were helping us to merge, camouflage, and maybe plan an attack on her when she isn’t aware. I hunched over and began to crawl all the way behind her while she was hoping we would get up and walk in front of her. I stood behind her with my eyes changing color, Icy was ready. As I sprinted in her direction, she turned around swiftly and raised her hand, her eyes turning white. A weird force shoved me back and I slammed against a tree.

Nazarus struck his dagger on the ice around his legs and within a thin air, the black ice turned into greyish smoke. Claudia waved her hand again like controlling the ice and it engraved on his body in just a snap; his whole fucking body! I froze while staring at Nazarus with black ice engulfed on his body. My heart stopped for a minute until it beats thunderously. Nazarus obviously couldn't move. He was helpless inside the block of ice.

I screamed at her and all she did was laugh hysterically. "Oh and that's not all." I looked back at her, wondering what else she was keeping from me. "For the Dark one to rise there needs to be a blood sacrifice. A Santacruz blood." She grinned at me, holding out her hand. A sharp stick flew, stabbing me in my stomach. I could feel the pain from the sharp stake impaling my stomach, oh goddess it hurt. My blood flowed like a river, trailing in several lines to the ancient tree which seemed to feed off my blood. It was getting greener and healthier. My blood was reviving the tree, Namek was waking.

“There. Gone.” I stared at him, breathless. “How can you just… take someone’s blood like that?” He smirked, unbothered, a playful glint returning to his gaze. “It’s not someone’s blood. It’s Noah’s blood. So I can do whatever I want with it. Any problem?”

Her eyes were bright now, glowing faintly with hints of teal spiraling like wildfire in her iris's. “They think you are prey,” Naviah hissed. “Soon they’ll remember who you are, they will see the ancient power that you hold deep within you and bow to you once more...” She braced herself. Blood ran freely now, her back a canvas of fury and defiance. Another lash. Another cut. But the crowd… they were shifting again. Less eager. More confused, every single one of them faltered and started to slow down and hit less. They just couldn't understand why she wasn’t begging. Why her screams hadn’t come.