Split Your Lungs With Blood And Thunder Novels & Stories

She continues to wipe at the blood not leaving my side. I reach up and push her away pointing to Tammy. "Help Tammy, I'll be fine," I tell her through the mind link knowing I wasn't going to be able to speak through all the blood coming from my mouth. She looks at me as she continues to cry, then she quickly crawls on her knees over to Tammy and starts to press down on her chest. I finally get my finger around the ribs and pull them out of my lungs, feeling the hole in my lungs starting to heal. Once it was completely healed I quickly take in a deep breath gasping and coughing up the rest of the blood out of my lungs.

His right hand shot out on instinct and slammed into the cold stone steps, and that was the only thing that kept him from going face-first into the ground. His knuckles ground against the rough stone hard enough to split the skin. His fresh blood mixed with the dried black residue the lightning had left behind, spreading into a wide, ugly stain across the rock. Sinking down slowly, he had one knee hitting the stone, and pressed his other hand flat against his chest. The damage the heaven had carved into his organs was still tearing through him. Every breath felt like someone was working a handful of red-hot blades back and forth inside his ribcage.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

Lucky the Shadow, said the thing snarling from the corner. Though the words cut like so many knives, she never paid attention to the voice. Her eyes watched the storm fill the cracks on Eidolon Avenue below. She took a breath, steadying the thumping of her heart. Her hands trembled, the flesh withered and drawn, the skin pale. Like moonlight, she thought as thunder rolled. She took another drag, drawing deep, and then deeper still, the smoke swallowed and held until, her lungs screaming, she relinquished it in a reluctant brume of blue.

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

My heart stopped. On the physical level I knew what changed. My hair became a silver-ish color as my eyes went from dark green to a dark red. My skin paled with blood no longer flowing through my veins. My tail came out and my horns grew. I willed the black flames engulfed my body. As soon as Liz noticed I was ready she flew back up into the air. I jumped at the nearest man, poor fool. I gave him a right uppercut and grabbed him before he went flying and slammed him into my knee, breaking his spine. I turned around and my hand shot out wrapping around another mans throat. As I snapped his neck my tail shot out stabbing another through the heart.

Snowflakes drifted through the air as the icy wind cut to the bone. Chase stood motionless, his expression calm but resolute. He summoned the power of the elements and unleashed his strongest technique—Five Thunder Break. A brilliant streak of lightning roared like a furious dragon, crashing down with devastating force. The steel-hard ice formed by the Earth Vein Prison shattered instantly. Achilles coughed up blood. His chest was pierced through as a crimson mist sprayed across his garments.

he said "following…Shango out of here before he leaves us behind is the main priority, then we figure out what to do next.’’ With one last look of distaste at the carnage, he led his siblings out of the chamber. They followed Shango’s path of destruction like bread crumbs, ignoring a few stragglers and some jail breaking 1st and 2nd generation creatures who ignored them in turn as they all strolled purposefully towards freedom. The shock they felt as they finally crawled their way out overshadowed the awe at seeing the sun for the first time. The thunder god was destroying everything in sight. He hung midair, his wings of flame gone but he was suspended instead on a funnel of storms as he hu

A throne of bones, a sky cracked. I awoke gasping, soaked in sweat. And then, I looked at my chest and saw something that made my blood run cold.

My body began to heat up in fury. “Where are the others?” Though my voice seemed calm while I was seething. I bent closer. The answer he gave was a spit on my face. Ahh—just my luck. I wiped it off with my palm and wiped it down to his shirt. My hand edged closer to his neck without a second thought, and I pulled out his thorax. His blood squirted, and he struggled to breathe until his soul left his body. I closed my eyes and took in more oxygen for my lungs. I exhaled exasperatedly.