Split Your Lungs With Blood And Thunder Novels & Stories

Without saying a word, I condensed a sword blade coated in raging thunder and ended his miserable life in a single swing. I wasn’t bothered with explaining anything. Let him die with his questions. Let him die drowning in doubt. I turned toward the remaining army and unleashed every remaining thunder strike still gathered in the heavens, slaughtering countless enemies and burning many to death. Only after the final bolt descended did my body finally give out. I dropped onto one knee. Every muscle screamed in protest. My entire body weakened to the point that even breathing became a struggle. I coughed violently, vomiting blood tainted with streaks of black substance.

I drove the blood-coated silver blade straight into the center of the phantom's chest. The exact millisecond my blood-slicked metal made contact, a violent, blinding shockwave of white-hot liquid exploded through the alcove. The phantom warrior let out a deafening shriek as its entire skeletal frame instantly disintegrated into a cloud of black ash, its blue eye-flames snuffed out permanently. "It's the blood!" I screamed fiercely to the front line, my voice carrying an absolute command over the roaring blizzard. "Coat your weapons in your own Alpha blood! Channel your spirit into the steel and aim for their chest! It's the only way to kill them.

“There’s plenty of blood in the forest that will be better.” The shadow lunged again. Something solid slammed into my chest, knocking me off my feet. Denric and Jarek were thrown back as well. Jessa gasped and stumbled back, then the shadow wrapped around her. Her eyes bulged as she clawed at her own throat. A line of red seeped through her skin, as though a long claw was being dragged across her throat.

He scrambled out; limping gently, the heavy iron door clanging shut and the bolt sliding home with a final, echoing thud. BECCA’S POV The floor was spinning. I laid there, my face pressed against the cold concrete, tasting copper and dust. My jaw felt like it had been unhinged, and a dull, throbbing heat was radiating from the side of my head. But I breathed. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they found the small, sharp stone I had gripped earlier. I pulled it close to my chest, a small sob escaping my lips. He didn't win. They didn't win.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

Right at that moment, Hayden, who had been silent throughout, suddenly said, "I remember now!" The three of them turned around and saw Hayden with a look of realization on his face. He looked up at Fane earnestly and he hurried forward, arriving next to Fane. "It's Evil Blood Thunder!" Hayden said firmly. Fane paused for a moment before asking, "What is Evil Blood Thunder?" Hayden quickly answered, "Evil Blood Thunder is what caused us to feel that sliver of electricity around Jackson and Riv's wounds!

I feel a hand wrapping around mine and unhanding me from the knife and I moan again, blood dripping from my chin. I can't breathe, I need to breathe I feel like I am drowning…. “she punctured her lung, that’s why she thinks removing the knife is going to unease the blood rushing in her lung.” That’s a new voice. Who is that talking, and why is it so dark?

LUCIAN Blood filled my mouth. Thick. Metallic. My heart slammed against my ribs, threatening to burst. My lungs felt like they would explode at any moment. No. I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not yet. Rest was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I had to move. Faster. Faster.

"And look, we have finally found him." "You didn't find him, he came on his own, in front of you, bastard!" He hit Howl Wolf Thor with a powerful punch in the side of his waist, which hit him directly in the kidney, causing him to fall to the ground and groan. The circulation of blood in his body had increased, due to which his mouth turned red. It seemed as if all the blood had collected and came to his face. "Fuck…" he mumbled, trying to stand up but instead falling on his ass again. He coughed and gasped, trying to get air into his lungs. It felt like his lungs were full of water and he couldn’t breathe at all.