Strike The Blood Natsuki Novels & Stories

I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rus

#Bayou# #Supernaturals# #Bad response to bullies# Psychopath on a mission, no time for chit chat ♥Elena's POV♥ You know anytime I lose someone or something delicate to me, the tendency of getting retaliation over getting a substitute overwhelms me since I was a kid and I believe that itch comes as a result of the fact that I have Cedric's blood flowing through my veins.

“The first strike is for your disrespect of the sacred moon relics and the desecration of a hero’s heirlooms!” CRACK! Another lash, tearing into bloody flesh. Ethan let out a pained grunt. “The second strike is for mistreating a hero’s descendant and for your ingratitude!” … After ninety-nine lashes, Ethan’s fur was soaked in blood. He was a mess, barely conscious. He clenched his jaw, his body swaying, on the verge of collapsing, but he didn’t dare. Ethan’s mother watched from the side, her heart breaking, tears streaming down her face, but under the stern gazes of Elder William and Elder Marcus, she didn’t dare say a word.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

Her gaze locked onto the blood running down his face. “What happened?” she demanded, reaching up as if to touch him, then stopping herself. He shrugged, and there was nothing charming or coy in it. “Webstrike. Skotos got lucky.” “How bad is it?” Her voice trembled with genuine worry. “It’s just a scrape. I’ll fix it shortly. Don’t fuss,” Nyxios replied. He started to step past her, but she was already moving, her hands reaching for his chin. He stood still. Patrina tilted his face in the light, expression tight with concentration.

“I’m offering them protection. That is all. It’s different in my state. It’s not a mess like it is here.” Nate positions himself in front of me. “They are not going with you.” “I don’t want to be with you.” I whisper. I didn’t want the man standing in front of me. He wasn’t the man that I originally fell for. He was a coward. “I, Elsa Stanson, Luna of Blood Pack, rej……” Nate lunges at me. Something sharp hits my stomach. It feels like it goes all the way through and out the other side of me. He drags it upwards as he stares at me. Before ripping it out and spraying my blood everywhere.

she snapped. “You can’t just talk like that in front of my pack—” “Your pack? I’m not part of it, remember?” She gave me a death glare and faced the crowd again. “Also, if anyone disrespects me, I won’t be silent. So don’t test me.” I looked up at the sky like maybe a lightning bolt would be kind enough to strike me down. Lana stepped between us, laughing lightly. “She has spirit, doesn’t she? As I said—soon-to-be Luna.”

"And she's going to start the destruction from within this pack. Just watch and see." I couldn't peek through the door to see who was speaking for fear of being seen. I did not recognize the scent. The person resumed talking. "You have heard the stories we heard when we were kids about what would happen when the bloodwolf is released." "But those are just fables our mothers used to scare us to sleep," Another voice said. Wait, I know this second voice. It is Betty Fulman. "It wasn't just stories," The first voice said. "They are true. And this blood wolf now must die! Whether she is Luna or not."

In the center, Astrid stood in fighting stance across from… “Kira?” Selene pushed through the crowd. “What the hell is going on?” Kira, looking significantly less cheerful than usual, wiped blood from her lip. “Nothing. Just a friendly sparring match.” “You’re bleeding.” “So is she.” Kira gestured to the scratch marks on Astrid’s perfect armor. Astrid’s smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “Your have spirit. Pity she lacks skill to match it.” “I have plenty of skill,” Kira shot back. “You’re just fighting dirty.”

I'm not enough. Just as I think I'm going to shatter from the strain, I feel it—Kael, reaching through the bond. Not taking. Not devouring. Supporting. His curse intertwines with my gift, shadow and light becoming something new. Something balanced. And together, we channel the power into one devastating strike. The silver light becomes a spear, solid and deadly, and it lances through the air to pierce the massive Voidrake through its chest. The creature lets out a final, echoing cry before it dissolves into ash and light. The remaining Voidrakes scatter, fleeing back into the clouds. And then the power fades, and I collapse. Strong arms catch me before I hit the ground. Kael, his face pale a