Where To Go After Blood Starved Beast 소설 & 이야기

The only difference is that the Blood Pond Creation Tactic innately has negative psychological effects on the user while the Nourishing Blood Sea Technique has resolved this issue. 'But... where will I find so much blood? I mean, there are gigantic spirit beasts but they can kill me with a sneeze and... uh, who wants to kill and create a sticky pool of blood made from humans? The Spirit Hall will then surely fuck me up,' Chen shook his head. Although he felt great, the rewards were discouraging. 'But with the Revitalized Blood Qi Art reaching the fourth stage, my body is far sturdier. I may be able to hunt a spirit ring on my own... but...'

All she could think about was getting to the castle. “Raina, w-where are we going?” Hayle’s voice shook with fear as they ran. “We’re going to a safe place, baby. We’re not dying tonight,” Raina whispered. When the battle settled, several members of Blackfang lay dead. So did many from Ironclaw. Back in the woods, Nyra took advantage of the distraction. She shoved Lucian’s chest and bolted. He cursed and gave chase, the calm smirk on his face now gone. Hunger gleamed in his eyes.

"If you go to him, promise me you'll stay alert. Don't fall into someone else's schemes like I did!" I nodded. "Don't worry, I won't. But it means you may have to go to the breeding quarters." She looked like she wanted to say something, but I cut her off with a tilt of my head toward the fox pelt on the wall. "Beastfolk are sharp to scent. When you get there, rub fox musk under your arms. They can't stand the smell. It'll keep them away and kill their interest." Amber's eyes became red-rimmed at my words. "This time, we must change our fate!"

Taking the dark, winding corners, I came out to the secret stairwells leading down to the corridor that led even deeper underground. The music and laughter faded with every step, and by the time I got to my private residence, only silence remained. I stepped in, slamming the door so hard it rattled, giving out a loud boom. Then, I was pacing. I could not stop. Too worked up, angry, and restless. Baevera fucking Eldareth was my bloodhost? “What sort of sick joke is this?” I growled. My Urekai beast was so close to the surface, I knew my eyes had turned yellow.

The tip of my fingers glint in the dim-ly lit hallway. Something starts to thrash inside me. I can't tell if it’s Ares or my curse. I find the emergency exit and leave the building, racing deep into the woods to await the beast's arrival.

“We’ve already searched the obvious places.” I studied the layout. “Then we check the ones that aren’t obvious.” Jaxon tapped a location. “Blood Moon’s secondary territory. It’s not their main base, but they use it for meetings.” I considered it. “He wouldn’t go somewhere that public. Not with a bounty on his head.” Ethan pointed to another area. “This, then. An old safe house used by their exiles.” Jaxon hesitated. “It’s dangerous.” I smirked. “Perfect.”

The poor animal whose speed wasn't a match to that of a vampire turned spiritless in a blood pool. Beau turned fleshy after slaughtering a deer and feeding on its blood. He stood upright instead of trembling upon satisfying his body. Remembering his girlfriend, he galloped much faster and jumped into her room. Nabi yelped as Beau showed up suddenly. In a jiffy, his right palm was on her mouth and uttered calmly, "It's me." Nabi wide-opened eyes relaxed as they glanced at Beau. Before she could ease her heart, her eyes fell on Beau's shirt. Observing the blood patches and spots, she swallowed her tension and told her brain to maintain a friendly expression on her face. Nevertheless, neither h

Isobelle It had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.

I say, then walk over to the whiskey and pour myself three fingers. I haven’t fed since last night, and I’m starting to get antsy. Alcohol helps in times like these, and since I prefer to drink straight from the source, I won’t touch refrigerated blood bags either. So, there’s only one thing left to do: find a walking fucking blood bag. “Let's head to Void,” I say, slamming my glass down. “I need to fuck and feed before I head down to the tomb and rip that hunter in two.” “Hopefully, Gia will be there so you can forget about your little hunter problem,” Valentine says as if he knows something I don’t; then he grins and gets up, following me out while Church walks ahead.

Marek is fighting the Beast, a show of strength and rage as he swings and jabs adeptly at the creature, which in turn lunges with claws so thick and yellow, the sight of them alone could make me faint. In my brief, stunned moment I can see how battered Marek truly is, even in the few moments we left him and the Beast to fight alone. His clothing is torn in places, revealing shredded skin that bleeds profusely, his face and body littered with grime, algae and ground bone. Unnervingly, I realise his blood isn't red, put a pale, almost pastel blue. Summoner blood. Gripping the handle of my knife tighter I brace myself for one final choice. It would take one slice of the Beasts neck to end it...