Novel & Cerita Slayer World Painted Blood

His eyes lit in purple. Ray on the other hand, was still looking at Kurtis whose whole body is electro-coated in lightning. Immediately, his eyes glowed white. Onyx's eyes also lit in black colour and different shadows started surrounding him. In an instant, the three of them ran towards the forest. Grandmaster Sen stood by the window of his hut and stared at the eight different types of colours that were shining in the Sky. "The prophecy is finally happening. Good Job Silver!" ********** Arthur fiend's Kingdom....

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

He cannot wait to hear more stories about her journeys when she comes back again. It seems fate had brought peace and love after bloodshed. There was an influx of peace, they had fought to have a peaceful world. It was a blood moon that brought the Goddesses joy, as they had to witness screams of happiness instead of that of agony. The shifter world was now at peace.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

Music that helped write this book Safehouse - Kami Kehoe x Ekoh Tear you apart - She wants revenge The Promise - In this moment Hellfire - Late night savior Wildfire - Sub focus Electric Callboy - Everytime we touch Doomed - Phix x Ekoh Rise from the ashes - Stria Demons - Written by Wolves Chokehold - Sleep tolken Oxygen - Written by Wolves Gravity - Defences Blow- Ava under fire bullet for my valentine - dont need you bullet for my valentine - venom bullet for my valentine- your betrayal Apashe x YMIR - Never change Beg for me - Braeker The trees wanted me dead. They reached with crooked fingers and tore at my jacket like some vindictive lover, snagging a seam and making me curse under my

The clearing ahead opened toward the riverbank—the same place where, once, as children, they’d sworn they’d never let the old world touch them again. Now it was waiting for them. Zevran turned, snapping his jaws at the first hunter to breach the clearing. The man’s scream echoed as he fell, silver blade clattering uselessly to the ground. Another came from the right—Kaelira met him mid-charge, claws slashing through his arm. The blood that spilled burned her skin, laced with iron. More came. Too many. Zevran’s wolf spun, killing two, three, but for every one that fell, another emerged from the shadows.

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.