Skyrim Harvest Wood Elf Blood の小説・ストーリー

**Branch Flavor Text:** "Blood isn't just power—it's the river that carries souls home. She healed him with everything she had, because some loves don't let go." Subline secondary skill TREE ACTIVE └─ Blood Typhoon └─ Blood Monsoon └─ Blood Rain └─ Crimson Tide └─ Veinweave (healing) └─ Red Mirage (illusion) └─ Heartstring (emotion manipulation) └─ Pulse Lock (stop a heart or restart it) └─ Scarlet Dominion (global range, single drop required) **[Achievements]** - Sky Court Overthrown (x2) - Xibalba Raided (Crown Retrieved)

I winked before running off. I was over this conversation already. It was boring. Liam was too easy to read and too easy to mess with. As much as I would enjoy bugging him all day, I have better things to do. I raced to the vampire den, grabbing a bag of warm elf blood. I drank it like a juice box. Elf’s blood tastes the sweetest, so it’s by far the most popular pick. On days the sun hides behind dark gray clouds, the elves are usually the first to be bitten. “I thought you left.” Casse noticed me first. I hadn’t expected her to still be down here..

The elder walked up to Fenris and held out the curved iron blade, handle first. "To lead the Ironmaw," the elder said, locking his pale eyes onto mine, "you must share the blood of the kill. You must take the Blood Vow." My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Eat the heart. Mina didn’t warn me about this. Fenris took the iron blade. He didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He turned his broad back to me, dropped to one knee in the blood-soaked snow, and drove the knife directly into the center of the massive elk's chest.

The same sigil that burned on Rhea’s skin. The witches of his pack— their hands trembling slightly as they worked. They were not bound to him by blood, but by Oath, and Kael could see the loyalty burning behind their eyes. One of them, the eldest, bent to cut a low branch. “These woods remember,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “The tree bleeds like a living thing.” Kael watched as she stripped the bark and crushed it between her palms. A faint golden sap oozed out, thick and glowing, filling the air with a metallic, almost divine scent.

When we arrived, Jake and I stopped our bikes at the foot of the forest where we could see everything. And I was right. The moment the assassins showed themselves, Elowen reached back and cut herself. “Fuck.”I cursed and balled my fists when I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent. For ordinary wolves, lycans and vampires, her scent will entice them and they would think of it as special, but none of them knows that it is the most powerful blood there is. A golden blood. Not a few minutes later, hungry wolves who probably smelled her blood and wanted to tear her to pieces, showed. Elowen quickly drove away after covering her wound, and the rogues' attention shifted to the human flesh aroun

Coming upon the tree line, Rhye suddenly stopped, his awareness flaring with life. "Stop…" Lily streamed to his side, her body coiled to assault anyone who would surprise them. "What is it?" "Something... I smell blood." He edged toward the trees. "In there." "Human?" "Elves and werewolves."

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!" The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances. "Is it really black magic?" "How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?" Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me. A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence. "I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?" But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

The only thing that is still there was the blood that had already gushed out. Her race also has the healing ability, but it is not nearly as fast as this. Elven blood probably has the faster healing ability. The audience is clapping, awed by the performance. They must be now considering to outbid one another. "Since our honored guests are satisfied, we are now opening the floor price. 1000 Arjents," announces the auctioneer. "Who wants to pay 1000 Arjents?" “1000” “1100” “1300”

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

“They can’t be removed with normal medicines or remedies. Scars like that can only be removed by either holy water or a strong healing substance. Both might be found in the Black Market if you want to risk dealing with those tricky Elves.” “The chances of finding holy water are slim to none. What other healing substances are there?” Marlyn frowned and thought it over. “Your best bet would be getting your hands on a few vials of sirens blood, it’s the most effective for healing but is known to be poisonous. I’m not sure in her current health, she would survive those effects.” “Then it’s out of the question,” Caspian said. “Wait, no, I can do it.” He scoffed at me. “Don’t be ridiculous, did yo