Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form の小説・ストーリー

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

The shards slide into the silver scar on my forehead like they were always meant to come home. Warm. Heavy. Final. Crown HUD: 41 / 47 → 43 / 47 Strigoi King’s Legacy accepted. New passive: BLOOD OF THE IMPALER (Once per year, you may refuse death for someone you love.) The Forty-Eighth just lost two pieces she thought were forever buried. The blood in the sarcophagus begins to evaporate, turning into red mist that swirls around us, then dissolves into the night. A whisper (ancient, proud, exhausted):

Eren got up from his bed and went straight to the bathroom. Eren took off all his clothes. He was completely naked then. Now his muscles the result of the physical training he underwent was evident. He started to turn on the shower faucet and took a warm shower. When Eren rubbed his back, he just remembered that the back that was clawed by the creature didn't show any scars or bruises at all. Even Eren didn't feel any pain.

His blood boiled, and his eyes were red as his condition became a little poor. The ordinary onlookers around had bloodshot eyes and looked quite frightening. Some people even started to attack the people around them, and the scene quickly fell into complete chaos! Philip frowned at this scene. At the same time, Verge Tower shook slightly. Philip felt the vibration of Verge Tower, and he entered it using his senses. It was Haley Summer. “What’s up, Haley?” Philip looked at Haley in bewilderment. Haley frowned and said solemnly, “Master, I noticed something wrong with the atmosphere outside. It seems to be the Blood Forging Technique, an ancient evil art. It’s not the use of elemental talents

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

Silver-coated bullets pierced the night, hitting the beast’s hind leg and flank. He howled, enraged. He turned. Big mistake. I vanished. My trump card—Dead Step—a flash step only I mastered. A blur through shadow. I appeared beneath his exposed belly, claws glowing with built-up energy. SHRAKKKK! I dragged them deep across his gut. Black blood sprayed across the ice. He stumbled, breath gone, collapsing to one knee as he shifted back into human form—shaking, clutching his stomach, coughing blood and curses. I loomed over him, panting hard, fangs bared.

This one is the same as the glow of the flame that surrounds his sword. As soon as the power hits the creatures, they turn to ash. Within moments, the rooftop is unearthly silent. I look down the edge of the roof and see that Azazel and some of his men are dispatching the ones that attacked the club. Turning back, I face Fallon. He’s still in his other form, but it doesn’t bother me. In fact, seeing his six-pack and corded thighs turns me on at a nuclear level. He looks at me angrily as he steps forward.

“Your entire body was glowing with a blood-red light. A powerful force was awakened within your body, and you struck at me with the Malevolent Sword. Fortunately, I have a strong cultivation base. If you were facing an ordinary person, they would have already been killed by your sword.” “Ah?” After hearing that, Thea’s face turned pale in shock. Her delicate frame trembled. “R-Really?” “Yes, it's the truth.” Thomas nodded. “From now on, don’t circulate energy and don’t use your True Energy. If you do so, True Energy will stimulate the turtle’s blood in your body, causing it to erupt with a powerful force. With your intelligence and focus, you won’t be able to control the power of the turtle'

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

I don’t want to test Fate a second time. I am getting myself lined up with Sage to go right for her jugular. I’m not playing games. I get one shot at taking her out quickly and without having to fight her. Once I’m content with my angles, I charge Sage as a fierce growl tears out of my throat as my jaw opens wide, striking my target perfectly. The warm metallic taste of blood seeps into my mouth. I can taste the iron in her blood. Dropping Sage from my jaw, she falls to the ground. She is so weak she transforms back to her human form.