Novel & Cerita Strike The Blood Avrora

She asserted and instantly, one of her men slashed me from behind. "How dare you!" I turned around and seeing him, I instantly pulled him closer and ripped his throat off before facing Ava again. I was going to send her to an early grave when suddenly, It happened… "Ahhhh!" Aurora's painful scream reached my ears, causing my heart to skip a beat instantly. Unable to look at her that second because of the rogues, I made sure to deal with them first and fast, allowing their bodies to lay on the floor without life. I had stabbed some of them in several critical spots, including Ava's arm, leaving the knife in her arm like a survivor.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

It was ice cold. The moment her fingers closed around the hilt— Images exploded inside her mind. She saw wolves... Thousands of them... Kneeling beneath a crimson moon. She saw cities burning. Entire forests consumed by black fire. Then... A woman. Silver-haired. Wearing armor unlike anything Beauty had ever seen. Her eyes were identical to Beauty's. Evelyn? No. Older. Far older. The woman spoke. "When the Blood Moon rises..." "Choose love..." "Not power."

Everything happened at once. Viktor shifted mid-roar, his bear-wolf form massive and primordial. The Draven twins moved like synchronized nightmares. I lunged for Ava, but she was already moving—faster than should have been possible three weeks post-birth—drawing the silver dagger I'd given her for their wedding from the folds of her dress. The assassin materialized before her, hand raised, fingers lengthening into glass-like claws. Ava smiled. And pressed the blade to Alexander's tiny throat.

I had to close my eyes to regain full strength and looked up at him to see him staring. “You should rest. Four huge shards from the glass vase were buried into your side because you were near it when it fell, It almost fell on you to be exact. And you lost a concerning amount of blood before we managed to stop it. I don’t know if you can feel it but you also suffered a mild head concussion from your fall and the force. You’re using up a lot of energy to yell and talk.” My eyes widened as I learned all that my stunt actually caused and I made a mental note to avoid the guy that said he was my brother-in-law.

The rain kept getting heavier, so I had no choice but to slow the car. My voice, however, stayed as calm as ever. “I loved him… very much.” Ava turned to look at me in shock. “Then why did you…” My eyes drifted down to my wrist. The bruises that once covered it had long since faded.

“Hit me. Hard.” “I don’t want to—” “Then you’ll never survive the Blood Moon.” Mara’s tone was flat, not unkind. “Hit me.” Ava swallowed, lifted the staff, and swung. Mara deflected it easily with her forearm and sent it spinning out of Ava’s grip. “Again.”

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

—THE TRAITOR’S STRIKE It happened in a blink. As Ava turned to face her people, a figure burst from the crowd—hooded, fast, blade gleaming. Cassian shouted. Darius leapt. But the assassin was already too close. The dagger aimed for Ava’s heart. Until she caught it mid-air. The crowd gasped. Ava twisted the blade free, flipped it, and drove it into the traitor’s side—without hesitation. The hood fell. And her blood ran cold. “Nira,” she whispered.

The Bloody Red Humanoid figure continued the torture of words. He had already sworn, to inflict as much pain as possible, on the black being, for disturbing him earlier when he wanted to absorb those dead creatures—which were later destroyed due to the fight. Splash Blood splattered as he drove his trident into the Black Being's heart. "Argh!" The Black Being cried reflexively. Then, Pah! The Black Being spat in Avatar's eyes directly and wrapped his hands around him—to seize him. "How dare you? Are you still planning to escape!