Troll's Blood Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

But there was something much darker within it. Obsession. “And you should know one more thing…” He leaned his body closer. “If you deliberately cause trouble…” His voice was almost like a whisper. “Livia will bear the consequences.” Rossa’s body trembled instantly. The tears she had been holding back finally fell uncontrollably. She no longer tried to stop them. Those tears mixed with the blood that was still flowing from her wounds. Rossa closed her eyes. In front of this man… she always lost. Yet Robert himself stood there in silence afterward.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

I am numbed by the death of Deyanira, and now I only feel anger. I ground my teeth as I slowly rose and left my carriage. The full moon was completely exposed from the heavy clouds as if the Goddess showed me support and power. My heart was jumping out of my chest, every beat slow but heavy. The outside was a mess. My soldiers’ bodies sprawled all over the place, some more unrecognizable than the others. They were mercilessly stomped on by the trolls, which were not hard to spot. They looked like rocks personified by their build and size, almost as tall as the trees in the forest.

A mortal man who had allowed the shadows of the underworld to nest inside his soul until he was nothing but a vessel for their insatiable hunger for blood and chaos. But even vessels can break…And unfortunately for him, he had chosen the wrong wolves to provoke. … I watched his men fall first. His corrupted warriors…those rotten creatures that were held together by dark strands of stolen magic…collapsing under the combined fury of Moonlit, Pine Shadows, and Garran’s rogues. Fangs pierced through their sinews, and claws mercilessly shredded their flesh. Those that tried to rise again found their bodies refusing to obey, and their borrowed life force began draining into the dirt in ribbons of

Blood poured from a gash across his chest. Troy had shifted back to human too. He stood naked and covered in dirt and blood. His eyes burned with pure rage. “Talk!” Troy roared. He grabbed Marcus by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “Tell me everything or I will make your death last for days!” Marcus laughed even though blood bubbled from his mouth. “You think you scare me, beta? I have seen worse things than you. Melissa showed me the dark wells. The forbidden magic. The power beyond imagination.”

“Not you too, don’t… please, don’t!” Ralia howls inside me, the sound so broken it tears my soul apart. Iyana’s magic surges, but it’s chaotic, wild, blasting out of me in bursts that hit nothing. Just as I hold Sasha in my arms, the troll slams its massive hand down on me. I try to move, to fight, but the weight crushes the air from my lungs. My arms are pinned, my legs thrash uselessly. “Let me go!” I scream, power sparking from my skin. But it’s no use. The troll’s corrupted magic seeps into me, heavy and dark, wrapping around my limbs like chains.

Rona yelled frustratedly. "But this vessel helped me by willingly surrendering herself. I have to do a favor for her as a thank you. So I have to kill you" The voice sounded so deep and dark as though the magic blood was the devil itself. Without a moment's hesitation, the magic blood descended upon her, unleashing its relentless fury upon Rona's defenseless figure. Rona's body contorted in anguish, blood streaming from every wound the blood inflicted upon her. The more blood that seeped out from her, the more the magic blood laughed out hysterically. Its laugh was just as dark as its face. The room resonated with Rona's anguished cries, each agonized scream carving deeper wounds into my sou

I dressed for the occasion, putting on leggings and a T-shirt, then completing the outfit with running shoes. A wave of adrenaline has been holding me prisoner ever since I decided I’d save Ethan even if it was the last thing I do. I feel like I can kill anyone in my path if I have to. I don’t care if I’m turning into a monster; they shouldn’t have messed with my light. Because he is. Even with his darkness, he’s the light I’ve held on to ever since Dedushka’s death. By the time we reach Rolan’s office, most of his guards are either dead or injured. There will probably be backup soon, but hopefully, we’ll be out of here before that happens.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.