River Of Blood Stats Novels & Stories

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

Valia dove into the river, the current tearing her downward into darkness. When they followed, she emerged silently behind them, driving jagged rock shards across their throats until the water ran dark and still. When dawn came, only she rose from the river—soaked in blood and river weed, her eyes glowing ferociously as she stared up at the sky.

There was another loud sound again and she could feel the stone wall breaking. She then ran towards the opening, the sword was swinging on her legs. She found her friends in a terrified look, blood was out on their faces, looking pale and dreadful "Let's go" Serra said. "I go first". The river was approximately five meters below, and the water was cold and blue. She's never been down in this river, neither anyone of them and she have no idea if it's deep or not. But it doesn't matter now, it is the only way out. She's terrified and scared on the thought that they might drown to death, but she thought it would be a nicer way to die than being killed by Reapers or other Badbloods.

If they wanted to control the enemy to the greatest extent, it was obvious that directly cutting off the flow of water was the best choice. Could they make such a big scene on the river? Of course, they could. But Chi Meng didn't know that there were special people monitoring the sea of blood. If there was no one, the people below might not know even if you made such a noise underground. Moreover, the Blood River had always been a river, so it had the characteristics of a river and water. What was special about the river water was its ability to heal itself. They tried their best to swim upstream, but in the end, there might be no movement down there.

Lukrezia I was drained of energy, i focused all my energy in the last counter attack, to push all the rogues out, my body felt heavier by ten times, exhausted my lungs unable to breath, i started tasting blood in my mouth. All i could feel was strong arms around me holding me up, and into there embrace, only to be snatched away in a couple of minute.

With P26 on my hand I walking towards the battle with a steady pace, as I was about 20 meter from them, the goblins finally noticed me. "GIIIGGGIIIIIGAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!..".(Goblins) Like an animal, all the green-skinned goblins start to shouts and screams at each other, as they were beckoning one and another that I was closing in on them. "[Identify]..". Name: Bar Gender: Male Age: 56 Race: Goblin (River tribe Pure Blooded) Status Physical: 1.0 Intellect: 3.6 Reflex: 1.3 Charm: -0.5

When he plays you could see an insane beast who sees nothing but winning as the team's left winger. Then Zane Rivers, with eyes colored blue has a lean build but he should never be underestimated if you ask me. Because he was twice as deadly as the rest. His quiet and mischievous nature made you not suspect him for a burst tire or a fire set to a building where his enemy lives, but surely he's the one. He barely speaks, so no one can get a hold on the number of atrocities he commits.

His voice was hoarse, and a puddle of blood had started to congeal on the floor around him. Fresh blood dripped into the puddle, his head sagging forward. “I’ve told you everything I know.” “I don’t know, Anan. Have you?” Blood was streaked across Wilder’s face, his hands looked like he’d dipped them into a bucket of blood, his hair was matted with it. His toenails lay in a bloody heap as did the ten severed toes. “I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.”

And now their blood ran into the swamp, turning the black water into a sickening river of crimson. Rio had a vision and the swamp ran red with blood.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.