Poe Infernal Blow Novels & Stories

Pristine twitched her lips and let out, “Her blood contains poison for the vampires.” “What?” Vanessa arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Elaborate, Pristine.” “Becca is given the vampire potion with the power of protecting it as well,” Pristine informed all. “If a vampire bites her, that vampire will die, and that is what happened with Caleb.”

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

Inferno was just a little short of being half a step away from the invincibilis state. Simoom and Nimbus standing by his two sides. Both of them were unpredictable, and the three of them combined had actually created a slight sense of oppression on Zayn. Zayn could feel that their fighting techniques complemented one another and their teamwork would yield a powerful effect. Still, what difference would that make? Zayn was no longer the man he had been. Zayn felt rather puzzled by Inferno’s remark. “When did I kill your son?” Upon hearing that, the black mist surrounding Inferno’s body grew even thicker and his expression grew even more savage, complemented by his hideous, devilish face.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

Just looking at it caused everyone to shiver. Diante sneered, "This is my natural-born technique, brat! Even though I'm not in my best state right now, you're still no match for me! As long as you touch the poison gas, it will break through your true energy. Your body will rot away after being contaminated, and nothing will be able to save you!" A sinister glint flashed in Diante's eyes. Fane frowned. The situation was definitely difficult. He took a deep breath and formed even more seals, pushing all of his true energy out. He was practically using all the true energy in his body to use the Broken Soul Blade.

The blast from the Elder’s void-energy sent a shockwave through the Dead Lands, turning the ash into a blinding whirlwind. Silas lay motionless against the jagged rocks, his black-glass blade nothing but glittering shards in the dirt. I stood alone, the white light of the Priestess lineage flickering around my fingers like dying embers.

Norvin cleaned it while speaking in a confident and proud tone, “I’ve roamed the ancient martial world for many years, but I’ve only used it twice. “The first time was when I had the strength of a late-stage Martial King. I used the Infernal Blade to escape alive from a Martial Emperor. “The second time was when I was a mid-stage Martial Emperor. I used the ultimate skill of the Swallow family, the Sparrow’s Thirteen Blades, to slay a late-stage Martial Emperor! “This is the third time.” At that point, Norvin’s lips curled, but it was not a smile. It was cold, chilling, and piercing. “Today, I will use this Infernal Blade to sever your limbs and drag you back to the Swallows. Then, I’ll knoc

George Pov I have no idea what my father is trying to do but seeing him almost kill that girl struck a nerve. It's not like she is my mate or anything but I do feel a strange sense of pull to her. Maya would be crazy if she knew that, she would get it all wrong and think I was interested in Elora when It isn't anything like that. I can't explain it. My father being like like that freaked me out. It was like he had been possessed. I was glad I got there in time. Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her.

It is the gesture of a man who is bending without breaking, and I can see the cost of it in the set of his shoulders. Don Tobia walks out into the courtyard. The priest follows. The capos follow. The sedan doors open and close, and the engines turn over, and the sound of the cars on the unpaved road fades into the cicadas and the heat and the resinous stillness of the olive trees.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.