Novel & Cerita River Of Blood Stats

Warning! ; Mentionof blood and torture. Kay. "Don't play games with me River, I think you don't understand the tight spot you are in right now, do you?" I stand up and without him expecting it, I plant the dagger I'm holding in his foot. It's so sharp that it effortlessly pierces through his boot and a trail of blood and his miserable screams follow. I don't take it out yet, I allow him to feel the intensity of having your flesh cut through.

Chilly water was rising to my chest as the flow of the river rapidly grew, pushing me away from the stony region where he was standing gazing at me with his yellow piercing eyes full of suspicion. I was moving my limbs, struggling to keep breathing; I held a nearby rock getting hit by it in my leg, but kept my grip on the stone with both of my hands. The freshly oozing blood was mixing with ice river water slowly, while stinking alongside. That chocolate brown wolf was standing without moving, when I drawn in the river. He was panting. His shoulders were moving up and down, staring at me as he was waiting for my death.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

I yelled. Silas turned his head slightly, his violet eyes locking onto mine. He didn’t look threatened. He looked at me the way a man looks at an insect on his windshield. “The baseline,” Silas said, his voice a perfect, terrifying harmony. “The one who thinks he can protect a goddess with a piece of lead.” He flicked his wrist, and a wave of sound hit me like a physical blow. I was thrown back against the wall, my rifle spinning out of my hand. I felt my ribs snap, the pain white and blinding.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

A sound much similar to the flowing waters of a gentle stream filled the ears of every Walker as a large river of blood engulfed the desert. The river was several meters long and stretched as far as the eye could see, going beyond the confines of the desert and even extending to the land after it! It truly was a sea, for it had no end and no beginning. It was as vast as it was deep. The Walkers began to slowly sink into the thick, viscuous sea of blood. They tried to resist the fall but couldn’t do anything other than prolong their inevitable fate.

He was just a couple of yards away, looking at the surrounding in a defensive stance as if he is expecting an unexpected attack from somewhere. I turned to look at my surrounding. Contrary to its name, River of Flames is nothing like a river. It is a cave, a huge stone cave. Only that, all the things you can see around are on fire, blazing, glowing red. And the path in the middle was made of stones with flowing lava in between the cracks of each stone. I gulped as I looked closer. Looking at it this close made me think how painful it would be to touch it. 'But that will not hurt you, my lady. Any phase of fire will not hurt you in any way. You already know that, right?' Raja interrupted my t

[Level 15 (304 XP to LV 16)] [Race: Blood vulture] [Role: N/A] [Abyssal force: 185/185] [Attack: 40] [Defense: 19] [Dexterity: 19] [Agility: 40] [Intelligence: 4] [Skills]: (v) Super Sharpen Lv 2 (18 AF) (^) Scavenge Lv 7 (Passive) (^) Boiling blood Lv 9 (Passive) (v) Drinking, eating, or touching the creature's flesh and blood will cause damage and can trigger the [Burning] effect for [60 seconds] (50% chance if consumed, 10% chance if touched by it.). The Effect of healing and regeneration permanently halved for the user. Blood bullet Lv 2 (20 AF per shot) (v) The creature can shoot its blood from the arms, feet, or eyes at high pressure. The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each s

"The more the merrier." We run at breakneck speed until we get to the river. We shift back to our human forms, grab some shorts from the lockbox at the edge of the woods, and sit on the river bank. The river has a high iron content which makes the water turn red with rust. It looks like blood, hence the Blood River pack name. Not nearly as ominous as the rumors would have you think. "So break it down for me, Bronx. What's her deal?" Reggie asks. I light a cigarette and explain everything I am able to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the doctors said.

But beneath that calm surface, the water ran deep and dangerous, its bottom lost to time and silt. Long ago there was war, and due to that war a lot of people lost their lives on this very riverbank. That was where the name "Black Water" came to stay. Micah stood at the seashore, her breath misting in the air, the ripples of the water reflecting her pale face. The soft lap of the water against the rocks filled her ears like a whisper—one that told her there was no turning back now. She hesitated only once, looking toward the horizon where a faint torch flickered in the distance.