Novel & Cerita Slayer World Painted Blood

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

But then another miracle flashed in front of us and we got to notice another might of my little brother. Just before the shot, he picked up one of the enemy corpse he killed earlier and used it to shield himself. The enemy leader’s face was something to be seen as well as ours. After that he kept using that corpse as a shield. There was a devilish smile on his all the time. It was like he was happy, he was enjoying that. The last time I saw him this happy was when he was able to dispose of our father and the butler. Day by day he was turning into a psychopath.

I hear a smirk within the creature's voice while my fighting hands fall away from the gripping beast’s own, allowing my vision to slowly fall into darkness. Wriggling in agony, the creature unexpectedly releases its hold. Opening my unswollen eye as I heave a deep breath, I reluctantly look up to see the creature pulling its blood-soaked claw behind him while raising it past his head, ready to send it thrashing down once more. Anticipating the savage blow, I close my eyes, wincing expectedly, defenceless and ready to take the next hit. Preparing to accept my fate. A swooshing burst of movement rushes past my ears, leaving me in a state of confusion when no apparent pain seems to follow. Than

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

In the absolute blackness that filled his mind, the images spun and solidified, then dissolved again and transformed into something else. Grinning skulls coated in purple fire. Bloated worms hooked in the eye sockets of a horse. Blood running from the corner of a cold smiling mouth. Sederit Hischer burning at the stake and screaming blasphemous obscenities. A hunchbacked abomination gnawing on the bone of a human leg on a grave. Drowned faces swollen with standing water and adorned with braids of seaweed whose eyes had been gouged out by fish. A stone striking the pulpy mass of a man's skull over and over again. Flayed human skin. Hands with nails encrusted with splinters and grave earth. Na

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

I say on her couch, looking at her sleepy form, her cheeks were wet from her tears. I'm about to shed a human's blood and paint it on the streets of New York City.

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.