Shades Of Blood 소설 & 이야기

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

"They're not real. It's just the temple, feeding on your guilt." "They look real," he grits out, his eyes already shifting to red-silver. "They feel real." "Then use your curse. The Mist Queen said the shadows can pierce illusions. Let the Bloodwraith see the truth." He hesitates, and I can feel his fear of losing control. But I send reassurance through the bond, showing him that I'm here, that I won't let him fall. He gives in to the transformation partially, letting the Bloodwraith's power flow through him without fully changing. His eyes blaze red-silver, and the shadows around him sharpen into blades. He swipes at the nearest illusion, and where the shadow touches, the figure dissolves.

“No one would be stupid enough to break in here and face Antonio’s rebellious heir alone. No witnesses around means an easy kill for you.” I stayed silent after that. Because deep down, we both knew he was right. Father’s men will surely be too scared to come after me inside my own house. There were no cameras here, no witnesses, and no innocent boy to protect while I gave them the taste of their medicine. I suddenly remembered Nick’s words from the other day. “Are you involved with loan sharks or some kind of gang?” A laugh escaped my lips. “Loan shark?” I muttered under my breath before taking a sip from the soda. “That kid really is something.”

“That’s beautiful. That’s fucking poetic, Nathaniel!” Suddenly, he stopped pacing. His shadowed figure turned back to me, completely static. Slowly, he dropped to his knees right in front of me, his bloody hands reaching out to cup my face. His touch was cold, sticky with his own blood, and it sent a wave of pure horror straight down my spine. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his dark, fractured eyes.

“No. They were real. And they were destroyed for a reason.” I forced myself to breathe. “Why?” The old woman exhaled. “Because they were too powerful. The Bloodborn were unlike any wolves that have ever existed. They were stronger, faster. Their senses unmatched. But that was not what made them feared.” Her eyes met mine. “They were born with the ability to control shadows.” A chill ran down my spine. I shook my head. “That’s not—I don’t—” The memory of the Shade resurfaced, the way the darkness had swallowed me whole, the way it had felt alive.

"We're being hunted." Shadows detach from the walls-not cultists, nor crows. *Shades* of the First Wolves' prey, their antlers splintered, pelts riddled with phantom arrows. The citadel isn't a sanctuary. It's a snare, baited with Lila's crows and our desperation. Eden's scar flares as the shades charge. He raises a hand, and the nearest shade implodes, reduced to hoarfrost. But more come, endless, their anguish a weapon. Kael lunges, ripping through a stag's throat, but the ice re-forms instantly.

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I reached out and crushed the flower in my hand, the petals bruising and staining my palm. Laredo was right. There was no escape. Every time I reached for the light, he simply used it to show me how deep my own shadows went.

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.