Strike The Blood Kiriha Novels & Stories

She looked down at the dagger she was holding and saw that his blood was dripping down the tip. Kira looked down at him with a heavy scowl on her face. Then she hunched over and began wiping the blood off the silver dagger on his clothes. "Don't struggle with the burn you feel within you, killing you from the inside out, Bryan" she smirked.

Silver energy exploded outward, wrapping around the cavern, spiraling toward the darkness. The fissure’s energy pulsed violently. From its depths, a colossal, shadowy hand shot upward, clawed and brimming with ancient power. It moved faster than thought, focused entirely on me. Theodore grabbed my arm, golden claws slashing, creating arcs of light that cut through the shadows. “Kiara… bind it! You are the Blood Heir!” I reached deep within myself, summoning every shred of ancestral Blood Heir energy. Silver light erupted from my chest, wrapping around the shadowy hand. My wolf howled, guiding the energy, pushing, bending, controlling.

I made that clear to him before he chuckled and continued. Silver Bloods? I've never heard of them before. Where was he getting all this from? Now he was just ranting off. "That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died."

The last of it does not go smoothly, because of course it does not. At eighteen per cent, in the fifth autumn, Veira has the first bad episode since Aberdeen. It happens at Braehead, which she is by then permitted to enter, and it happens in a corridor, and what puts her on the floor is not overload but the opposite: a sudden drop, fast, as three of the older students working in the same room inadvertently pull more than the channel can pass at once. She is unconscious for eleven seconds and confused for four minutes and by the time Croft reaches her from the office she is sitting up against a radiator being furious.

His shoulder folded unnaturally before her knee slammed into his stomach. He flew backward like a broken doll, crashing into two more men. The remaining attackers hesitated. Only for a heartbeat. Then fear turned into desperation. "Kill her!" Dozens attacked together. The battlefield erupted into chaos. Yet... Within that storm of steel... Kiara danced. Every movement was flawless. Every step was precise. Every strike ended another battle. A spear lunged toward her chest. She caught it with one hand. The criminal's confident smile vanished. With effortless strength...

It has been cremated and thrown away according to your instructions," he said solemnly and sincerely. The redness on Nicole's face faded gradually and turned pale. It seemed like she was the one who was anemic. She took a step back and almost lost her balance. She shook her head and asked in a daze, "How is it possible?" Simon grabbed her arm. "Nicole, what's wrong with you? "It doesn't matter if he's dead. This little girl has Rh-negative blood, too. She should be able to give me a blood transfusion." Nicole looked at Simon after he finished speaking. She had an extremely terrifying and complicated expression.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

The car door was opened and the both of them got dragged out. Both ladies struggled hard to get loose, Leila was the first to get kicked to the ground. Kira yelled for them to leave her alone. As if her scream were a trigger for them, they kept kicking Leila hard. Kira's defense came on as her wolf reared its head and Kira was about to shift and leap at one of the men. But got hit at the back of the head, causing her to pass out.