Skyrim Blood On The Ice 소설 & 이야기

(shouted to the crowd and they all made some victory noise) VERA: (moved closer to a crying Rose, used magic to slice Rose wrists and blood gushed out into a cup Vera placed below Rose hand. She took it to Maya who sliced her palm a little and blood dropped into the two cups. Vera mixed the blood in both cup together and took it to Lisa) LISA: (held the cup up and faced the soldiers) This marks a new beginning between Ice Nation and Feinheim. (Army cheers and Lisa drank the blood in the cup. She screams loud and all the lit fire blew more and when she stopped screaming, the fire returned to normal)

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.

not blue, not fire, but a spark of pure, cold silver, flickered deep within the Frost-Wyrm’s den. Aria, huddled in the freezing dark, looked at her bleeding hand. The blood wasn't green. It wasn't black. It was glowing with a soft, ethereal light that the Frost-Wyrm was leaning down to lick.

Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

Lyn growled, rolling under a streak of frost magic that turned the stone floor to ice. The elves moved in unison, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. A blast of ice surged toward me. I barely managed to throw myself to the side before it hit, the cold biting into my skin. Soren lunged, his blade catching the dim light as he slashed through the air. One of the elves dodged, but another sent a spear of ice hurtling toward him. “Soren!” I cried out as the ice thorn grazed his leg. He grunted, stumbling slightly, his pants already stained red.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Flames. Screams. Metal grinding against stone. I was standing on a battlefield. Wolves were chained to massive pillars while dark magic wrapped around their throats. They howled in agony as their mates fell lifeless before them. The sky above turned blood-red, a Blood Eclipse. At the center of it all stood Liam, crowned in obsidian, his armor dripping with shadows. He lifted his hand and beside him I knelt.

"So yes I am emotional. Yes this is personal but I am still your king and my orders stand. We march in three days." "Yes my king." He bowed. "There is one more thing. Von Osric has requested permission to join the extraction team." That surprised me. "The human who survived the Blood Hunt?" "The same. He claims he knows the girl better than anyone and can help keep her calm during extraction. He is also surprisingly competent with weapons for a human." I considered it. Von was the friend Elara had begged me to spare. The one she valued enough to offer herself in exchange for his life so having him present during the rescue might help. Or it might complicate things if she had feelings for him

The smell of blood still clung to the air, sharp and metallic, even as silence settled over the broken cabin. I stood just inside the threshold, my hand still clenched around the hilt of my blade, every sense straining toward the girl. Amelia. She was smaller than I imagined she’d be, her eyes wide and unyielding despite the fear that trembled beneath them. Power shimmered faintly around her, like the aftertaste of lightning in a storm, and it called to something primal inside me. The bond tugged, relentless and insistent, and I hated how much I felt it already.

Making it something we can not go back on even if we wanted to. I walk to the cupboard where I keep the Golden Claw chalice so I can induct Dysnomia into the pack . “We’ll never be able to hide from her again after this,” Gunther groans like a pup that is having his nose rubbed through his accident on the carpet. I cut my hand and let my blood flow into the chalice, Dysnomia follows suit and cuts her hand as well. When her and my blood are mixed I take a sip and hand the chalice to Dysnomia. She takes a sip of our mixed blood.