Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

Blood. Someone was here, but it wasn’t a member of Moon Silver Pack. Lyra’s claws shot out as she followed the scent. And there was Ava. She drove her claws into a rogue wolf’s chest. It shrieked, but it wasn’t dead. With a violent shove, it tossed Ava aside. She slammed into the wall and coughed out blood. Lyra’s eyes darkened. How the hell did it get in here? The wolf lunged at her—but it never made it.

He stared at the sky, his eyes wide with a manic, terrifying excitement. "She’s got teeth," he laughed, the sound echoing in the silence of his dead ship. "God, I love it when they fight back. Next time, I’m bringing a bigger cage." The aurora borealis swirled overhead, a ribbon of ghostly green light that seemed to bleed into the snow. Ava flew through the rift, her face a mask of cold resolve. She realized now that every strike, every victory, only served to stoke the fires of the madness surrounding her.

With no target, the Vortex slammed right into a few rogues engaged in a fight with a wolf, and they were all gone. Not even a wisp of blood, not even a drop, no scream, just gone, disappeared. Another vortex opened and spat out the bodies, they were crushed, intestines and organs spilled and mashed, weirdly enough there was no drop of blood. Like it had somehow separated the blood and body parts. Cold air washed over Ava and Aella at the fate they had barely managed to escape, “Fuck, what was that.” “A skill the watch can only use once. Good thing she already wasted it.” Aragon said gravely.

[GLITCH GliTcH GlItch] A quick headache zap across his mind. An ai robot voice claims a mission for the first in a long time since the system collapsed. Ava was alarmed. The coldness of her feet dangling in the air. Not a single person move and not a single breath can be heard as if they were frozen in time. The senior's unbalanced punch didn't get a chance to even tap on Akira's white complexion and Ava is not in the dearest's body. Her soul sprung out of the villainess's body so fast that she didn't catch the chance to load over the situation before a blue blinding screen appears in the cold air...

I could tell Clara and Alpha Vargus were avoiding each other, they barely stayed close or even exchanged greetings. “I hope Arwan and Bruno get here with the blood soon,” Lavanya blurted out. Alpha Vargus gawked at Lavanya, “Blood?” “We'll explain later,” Lavanya snapped back. Suddenly, Arwan and Bruno rushed in with a large quantity of human blood, “Is this enough?” He asked. “I don't know yet,” the witch announced. “Somebody get a bowl or something.” The blood was poured into a bowl and passed towards me, I glanced at the blood, it was dark red and thick.

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

"I will take the blood myself. My wolves are not skilled enough to open a vampire's vein without causing permanent damage. But I have done this before." Alexander nodded. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing his left arm. The skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light, and I could see the blue lines of veins beneath the surface. "Do it." Ragnar's hand closed around Alexander's arm. His fingers were thick, his nails curved and sharp, more like claws than human fingernails. He positioned the cup beneath Alexander's wrist, then pressed his thumb against the inside of Alexander's elbow.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

But before he could even take a step, the shadows at the edge of the tree line violently ruptured. A foul, twisted creature—a massive, rogue Blood-born that had somehow slipped through the western vanguard patrols—lunged out from the darkness. Its skin was a mottled, necrotic grey, its maw dripping with a black, corrosive saliva as it caught Solar entirely by surprise. The strike was blindingly fast. Solar spun, her golden jaws snapping shut in a desperate defense, but the creature’s jagged fangs sank deep into her front shoulder blade, tearing through the golden fur.

HIs night was truly eventful. When Michael arrived at the bar and proceeded to unlock the door of his automobile, Michael immediately froze in his tracks after a red dot appeared on his head. It was a laser from a sniper. Time seemed to slow down as the situation registered in his mind. Suddenly, a slender body tackled him to the ground . He heard a shot and automatically, his eyes tried to locate the shooter. However, he couldn't see the shooter and instead, he noticed a scratch on his car's bulletproof glass. When he looked up to see the person who helped him, he saw Annabella's face and realized that she was the one who tackled him to the ground. As they both lay on the ground in the fro