Vader Bleeding Crystal 소설 & 이야기

I drove the tip of my dagger directly into the exposed runic joint beneath Vane’s left arm. White fire and pressurized frost exploded inside Vane’s armor. The warlord shrieked as his internal power conduits ruptured. Sparks of dying violet electricity erupted from his visor, and with a final, desperate shove, Gideon kicked Vane hard in the chest, sending the High Command general skidding fifty feet back across the slick marble floor. His corrupted scepter flew from his grip, shattering against the base of the crystal altar. "The anchor matrix is free!" I called out, rushing toward the central altar where the glowing blue crystal was pulsing frantically.

Adrien burst onto the summit. The scene before him was one from his deepest nightmares. Vanessa, pale and trembling, was bound to the crystal pillar, her head thrown back in a silent scream. Rivers of her golden light were being violently siphoned out of her, flooding the crystal, which glowed like a poisoned star. Above, the converged moons cast a sickly, distorted light. And there was Omega, his arms raised to the sky, chanting, drunk on the stolen power, on the verge of perfecting his abominable work.

Laila shouted, her silver skin exploding into a blinding star as she thrust her blade forward into the chest of the remaining soldier. The silver energy from the ancient well surged through the metal weapon, entering the soldier's body in a violent, kinetic pulse. The liquid crystal array along his spine flared a bright, unstable blue before it shattered under the celestial voltage, the violet light in his eyes vanishing as he collapsed into the snow, finally free from the network.

The green light inside turned a deep, bruised violet before the entire machine shattered into a billion tiny, harmless crystals. The backfire was instantaneous. Without the central regulator, the other siphons began to vent steam into the Northern camp. The screams of the Mercenaries rose through the mist, a chorus of agony as their own corruption turned on them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, my breath coming in slow, white clouds. I looked at my hands. The violet scales had reached my shoulders now, creeping toward my collarbone. Kaelen walked toward me, her armor covered in grey sludge. She looked at the destroyed siphons, then at me. There was no doubt in her eyes anymore. Only a

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

That’s why she made a wise decision and moved to the human world a hundred years ago. “I know, Lucas. Being the leader of the vampires after my mom died, he has a lot of powers. He is the strongest vampire now, and if he gets the potion, he will ruin the tenuous peace between our worlds. But we cannot help it,” Vanessa mumbled. “But we can just hope that Alex realizes how bad Phil is before he gives him the potion.”

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

All he wished was for the Vampires to be free and safe. The substance in the Calabash nearly flowed back into her heart but it seemed as if it heard the sound of her voice and waited for him a little. The Lord of Vampires stepped forward again before a thick, black soot also began to flow out from his heart and settled in the Calabash along with the Luna's. "What just happened?" He asked, seeing that the Calabash had disappeared into thin air. "And your eyes too…" He added, deepening his gaze at her. The color of her eyes has now turned pale.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.