Split Your Lungs With Blood And Thunder Novels & Stories

The explosion detonates with a deafening roar, and I'm flung like a ragdoll, crashing back to the earth with a bone-jarring thud. My body is a battlefield, refusing to cooperate as shards of deadly silver rain down in a merciless torrent, slicing into my exposed flesh and embedding themselves deep within. There are too many to count, each one a cruel needle, impossible to remove. My beast and wolf within me thrash desperately against the assault of silver and wolfsbane. A harsh cough erupts from my throat, spattering blood across the ground. Damn it. I claw at the earth, trying to drag myself away from the carnage, but my legs refuse to obey, and I realize with horror that half my shin is sh

Chapter 95 – The Burden of Blood Lucien’s POV “Gone?” Theron’s voice is barely more than a whisper, yet it slices through the chaos like lightning splitting the heavens. The storm howls above us, matching the fury building inside my chest. Rain hammers down in relentless torrents, soaking through our cloaks, armor, skin—down to the bone. The earth beneath our feet is soft and treacherous, sucking at our boots like it wants to drag us under. Thunder growls like a beast overhead.

STAB. The thick rod of solidified blood and celestial fire went straight through his chest with a horrific, wet crunch that made my stomach turn even in my victorious moment. I held onto the base of the spear, my chest heaving with the effort, my right leg screaming in agony as blood continued pouring into the mud. I stared right into his face, expecting him to dissolve, expecting the silver mist to rush into me like all the times before. This should have been the end. But the clone didn't shatter.

Breathing the same air. My pulse thundering. Her lips parted…just then… BANG.

He may get me in the chest. I took into the bush at my right. Rattling the squirrels and causing them to shriek and scatter in various directions. I mistakenly stepped on the tail of one and the imbalance had me tumbling. Avoiding the sword in my hand with a high fervor, so I don’t die by my own hands. I landed on my shoulder and heard a loud crack. “Fuck!” I half yelled as the pain burst through my nervous system and caused black dots to cloud my vision but I had to keep running.

"Four-sided Devil Thunder." As soon as the Fifth Fiend Lord's doppelganger finished speaking, Chu Xun seemed to be in a strange space where a foul aura was swirling around him and the sky was blood-red. With a rumbling sound, a blood-red thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck down from the sky. Chu Xun's hair stood on end. He sensed the aura of destruction. The Mystics of the Roc and Leviathan! A terrifying, huge ferocious beast darted at the blood-red thunderbolt, but his time, the roc was struck by the thunderbolt and exploded.

Thunder cracked violently very loud that Vivienne thought of becoming deaf for a moment. The ground beneath her feet was uneven and soaked in blood, dark and glistening as it pooled in the cracks of the broken earth. The metallic smell mixed with that of blood and mud was so thick and suffocating. It filled her lungs until she could barely breathe, with every breath until she felt as though she might choke on it.

His right hand slammed reflexively onto the cold, rough stone steps, barely preventing him from collapsing completely. His fingers pressed hard against the unyielding stone, split open by jagged gravel. Fresh blood mixed with the already darkened, scorched bloodstains left by Heaven's Punishment, spreading across the stone in a glaring red that was shocking to behold. He slowly crouched down, kneeling on one knee, the other hand clutching his chest tightly. The traumas left by Heaven's Punishment were still raging wildly within his organs. Every breath felt like countless red-hot blades stirring, slicing, and scraping inside his chest. Each expansion of his lungs brought tearing pain. A sick

It was only incubation. The first true collision thundered across the plain as Dravenor’s vanguard met infernal shields with concussive force. Gold flame exploded outward, not wild, but directed, and the ground split in long, spidering fractures under the weight of impact. The air snapped hot and bright, a shock of light that turned armour into silhouettes and made shadows fling themselves in every direction like startled birds.

"Cough" The man coughed out copious amounts of blood as he staggered backwards. His vision was blurry so he could hardly see what was happening. His plan to retreat was broken the moment Selina pulled out her spear head in such a serpentine way. His left lung had been divided into three by introduction of another fissure! His left bronchus was sliced clean through and breathing had become problematic. If it wasn't for his energy sustaining him, he would be dead by now. Her withdrawal had caused more harm than her initial thrust!