The Bloody Nine Novels & Stories

"And where did you get that?" Nova swallowed. "The War-Era Trade Manifests." "And what of the last pack?" he asked, voice suddenly careful. "The Trial of the Nine." Shard crossed his arms, "I am not going to bother to ask how you know that. Yes, The Trial of the Nine remains one of the most controversial executions in the early unification period. Nine high-blood wolf families, accused of inherited madness, corruption, and unsanctioned dark magi. All nine families were bound in silver, collared, and executed within one hour of each other, without trial by council."

If someone could throw a hundred punches, the force would be tenfold. At that thought, Assassin Nine's heart raced with fear. He could not believe it. He, the ninth-ranked assassin of the Martial Soul Hall, was losing to a kid who had just become a marquis of martial arts. No, that could not happen! He had to turn the tide. However, that was easier said than done. There was only one choice! Assassin Nine hit his chest hard, squeezing out a few precious drops of his heart's blood. Blood Kill! It was a risky move that would hurt him badly but would hurt his enemy even more!

The leg slowed him significantly, the two people working him knew it. I came in from behind them. The stairwell was narrow. The engagement was fast. By the end of it one was down, the other had pulled back to the stairwell landing above. Nikolai breathed hard against the wall. I crouched beside him. "How bad." "Through the outer thigh. It is bleeding. Nothing structural went through." "Can you walk." "Yes. Slower than I want." The comm crackled. Rem's voice came back urgent. "Ace. North hub. Ivan."

“I hadn’t actually thought there would be any who were foolish enough to try to oppose them, but the Picts of Caledonia are an unpredictable lot.” Ralta seemed unable to stop smiling as he stated, “The 9th Legion, a battle hardened one, strides to action, composed of veterans and men who know death well. I think a few of them have Death nicknamed.” The General declared, “The 9th prepares to march out of our base here at Eboracum soon to head north again and I won’t have it delayed long. Certainly not by what was more likely the work of a lucky group of bandits than any real military threat. I shall hear what happened to our forces beyond August’s camp.”

he said to Nine, ignoring the drop of blood rolling down her throat. She opened her eyes, and he saw her resignation. It was the same look she had in her eyes in Michael's recording. Vincent ambushed her in the communal Unfortunate bathhouse. She did the only thing she could do; get through it, and it'd be over soon. Nine gave her head a minute shake, but it was unavoidable. Michael would die tonight.

“What’s the Nine Evil's Mansion?” Jasmine asked, curious about Jason’s alarmed expression. Jason stammered, “In mysticism arts, it’s a highly ominous sign!” “The Nine Evil's Mansion is formed by taking nine malevolent individuals and executing them by stabbing them until they die. Then, their flesh would be pieced together with bone nails. "After that, their body would be encased in concrete and sealed with mercury. They would then be buried at a specific place where the mountain’s shadow meets the water’s reflection on a full moon night.

Then, it pulled out a long ditch before stopping. The gully was full of blood and flesh, which was extremely horrible. More blood gushed out of his wounds like a stream. Lion Nine's face was full of pain and ferocity. He struggled to get up from the ground, but just as he moved a little, there was a crisp cracking sound in his body that made one's scalp go numb. In an instant, his body twisted at an extremely strange angle and she collapsed onto the ground. Hundreds of wounds were all over his body, and half of his bones and internal organs were smashed.

One of the nine lines engraved on its surface was broken. "The symbol is incomplete," Adrian whispered. "It has to be." She closed her hand around the coin. "If all nine lines are ever completed..." She stopped speaking. A deafening crash echoed from the mouth of the alley. The masked figures had arrived. Nine of them. Standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the streetlights. Rain ran down their white porcelain masks like tears. None of them moved. One of them stepped forward. He removed a small black envelope from his coat. Then, to Adrian's surprise, he placed it gently on the wet ground.

In a desperate situation, the remaining five members decided to sacrifice themselves, placing all their hopes on Bluebird. During that sacrifice, the other five members of the Nine Nether squad were gravely injured. Carrying the hopes of the entire Central Military Region, Bluebird exerted all her strength and pushed forward. However, at that moment, a bullet from the Shadow Guard squad tore through Bluebird's face, shattering the hope of Nine Nether. Being targeted by the strongest Shadow Guard squad meant that the Nine Nether squad had no chance of turning the tables! The bullet from the Shadow Guard squad was not just a symbol of strength, but also a warning. The bullet clearly told Blueb

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over