Reign In Blood Lyrics Slayer Novels & Stories

His chest pressed against mine, his fingers brushing hair away from my face as he says, “I won’t let that happen.” “If I consume too much blood it will happen, Blade. I’m going to have to live my life with extreme caution if I want to live and that… that scares me.” His fingers tangle in with my hair as he grabs onto my head and tilts it back so I’m facing him. His gaze is so intense it’s almost frightening and he says, “Listen to me, Raya, you’re not alone anymore. You will live. I will make sure you do. You know why?”

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

It felt good to be getting my full power back, having my beautiful blue dress adorn with blood, maybe I was turning into Avisa myself, she likes terrorizing her enemies. But my happiness was short lived, because I felt hands on my throat so fast, I didn’t even see who was choking me. “Ugh…., let…” I choke in my words; I see the ugly smug of the blonde man looking down on me. “Sirens really are senile, how dare you run rampage in my territory?” he says in a low tone. “See your majesty, I told you this woman was no good, you should just drink her blood now, we have fairies as main……”

The closer I got, the louder the chants grew, resonating in my skull. *"Sanguinem vocamus, animam vindicamus. Redde, redde, Draven immortalem regem."* The chant echoed, twisting and snarling like a living entity. My chest tightened, my head throbbing. I reached the throne, my fingers brushing against the cold stone. The instant my skin made contact, a surge of power slammed into me. It wasn’t the usual surge I was accustomed to, but a raw, ancient force that flooded every inch of my being. My vision blurred, the room spinning in dark hues of crimson and black.

He’ll open his eyes and he’ll suck me dry. I lose all ability to think clearly. Screaming like an enraged banshee, I yank the stake out of his back. Again and again, I plunge the piece of wood into him, not caring about the flood of blood soaking into my clothes, not caring about the consequences, I just want to hurt him. “Shit. Simone!” someone says loudly.

Latin prayers echoed through the forest as we called upon the ancestors, invoking strength, endurance, and clarity. “Sanguis fortis, spiritus dominus, Via tua revelata, potentia perpetua.” The words hummed through my veins, mingling with my blood and my growing power. I howled at the moon, my voice carrying through the trees like a proclamation: I existed. I was Alpha. I was Bloodburn.

“Blood, blood, blood, can I have it all?” Singing as she continues the tone and rhyme of her melody, the silhouette of the lady in white appears beside her. With its hands reaching her and gently caressing her back and hair, it whispers the words and tone unto her ears, as she sings. “Swim, swim, swim can I drench myself into your blood?”

I’m going to rock this! Seldom eating/drinking cold foods and drinks. So I can also sing a song on a high note. I put the number of the song in the karaoke. I started singing. Tourniquet By: Evanescence “I tried to kill the pain But only brought more (so much more) I lay dying And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal I’m dying, praying, bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?” The crowd’s screams again, even Dwyne. Supportive, eh? My god! The way these people screamed feels like I really am having my concert.

Lyra’s POV The High Priestess drew a dagger made of obsidian stone and, with one swipe of the blade, slit her hand open, dripping the blood onto the floor of the stage as she began to sway and chant: “By silvered night and blood-lit sky, By ancient vow that cannot die, We call the veil, we part the seam, Between the flesh and sacred dream. Moon Mother, watcher of the bound, Hear now the breaking of the ground. From sacred light and shadow spun, Reveal the truth of two made one. Let fate be bare, let silence shatter, Let hidden souls no longer scatter. By lunar flame and sacred sign, Unveil the bond that dares defy time. If heart meets heart by fated thread, Let glowing marks be clearly sprea

Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Stitches by Shawn Mendes