Skyrim Blood On The Ice Novels & Stories

His eyes flashed blue as he ran to it, the tent before pulling it open and staring inside. Nothing. Except a huge pool of blood. Ravenna.... "Axel!" Axel heard Kyle's voice first before he felt the body fall on his and the soft gasp that came out of his mouth. The man in front of him pulled out the silver knife from Kyle who jerked at the pull before suddenly combusting, screaming and wailing loudly before burning to ashes as Ash and Asteri ran to Axel "Are you okay Brother?" Axel's hand that were now on the blondes back felt the blood gushing out and his mind blanked.

The frozen trenches of the Forbidden Mountains screamed with a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, howling blizzards, and exploding dark magic. Following my command, Beta Thomas and the soldiers had sliced their own palms, coating their silver swords in blood. The effect was instantaneous and breathtaking. Every time a blood-slicked blade collided with a blue-eyed phantom warrior, it disintegrates the skeletal phantoms into clouds of black ash. We were actively pushing them back, carving a bloody path up the snow-covered mountain ridges.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

Mo Jinyan coughed out blood before falling, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. "Thud!" A muffled sound rang out when Mo Jinyan hit the snowed-on ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth like a leaky faucet. His eyes were wide open with dissatisfaction as he stared at Xiao Chen in the air, but he couldn't even say a word. Both the humans and the wind on the summit quieted down. No one said anything. The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was damaged and its Sword Spirit heavily injured. Mo Jinyan had even used blood sacrifice earlier, which meant that he was now half-dead.

Only August and Gwendolyn were spared; Kingsley had thrown them to the other side of the room. Ishild hadn't noticed. Instead, she smiled as the blood began raining down and splattering her pale skin with flecks of red. She lifted her head as it continued to fall, a serene smile on her face. Elric pushed Saffron harder towards the exit. She slipped on the blood-slicked floor and he grabbed her, trying to break her fall.

Flashback: ARACHNE’S P.O.V “Promise me!” Helena’s voice cuts through the room like a blade, ragged and desperate. She’s dying. Bleeding out, trembling, and barely holding on. I grip her hand, heart pounding loud enough for both of us to hear. “Hel, please—”

The blizzard was not a natural occurrence; it was a physical manifestation of the Blood-Moon King’s malice. It screamed through the jagged passes of the Silver Peaks, a wall of white ice and freezing wind that sought to strip the warmth from any living thing. Lyra stood at the prow of the lead transport, her eyes glowing with a sapphire fire that cut through the gloom. She was no longer a woman; she was a storm in human skin.

The blood ran down in rivulets. So much blood. The ice sparkled sickeningly with red and all Kari could hear was the terrified screams for mercy and forgiveness. Soldiers begging for their lives, begging to end it. The terrified scream of Aster as he let her die by virtue of not protecting her. In his mind’s eye, the beautiful idyllic pool that showed his power was overtaken by creeping ice. The stunning, swirling patterns that iced over the top were blood red and swirling as the color grew bolder and bolder as if more blood was being added. Then more and more still.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

Instead of the ice hitting Jim's chest, the spike only hit his shoulder but enough to make him scream in agony. Red crimson fluid immediately streamed out from Jim's impaled wound and fell like cherry red raindrops to the clear crystal floor, staining such vivid glass. Jim then stepped backward to remove his shoulder from the ice spike and he stood up grunting in pain. Blood is still flowing from the wound to his arm and continuously drop to the icy floor creating a mini pool of roses. While Mayari stared at him with unseen lament and irritation for not being able to kill him. His bloody scream didn't satisfy her one bit.