Witcher Elder Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

he screams, standing close to the second elder on the opposite side. “Never. I will never side with a traitor,” the elder said, and Ace slashes him with his claw. He clutches his throat and gurgles from his blood before he also falls with a thud. I covered my mouth tightly, trying to stifle my screams as I watched him with horror-filled eyes. “Choose!” he growls, moving to the third elder. “Cold-blooded murderer,” the elder spat, and that earned him a slash to the throat. “Are you with me or against me!” he screams at the fourth elder, his voice booming across the silent room.

all the elders stood up and greeted at the same time, their heads lowered and eyes fixed on the table. “It’s been five days since he came for the witch potent. How come we’ve not received any result from him?” He said, marching towards his chair. It was until he sat down that the elders did the same, each of them gulping down as he placed his hand on the table. “What happened Lucien? Why is there blood again on your hand?” One of the elders managed to talk. He raised his head to meet the man’s eyes, his eyes piercing deep into his, and sending shivers to run down the man’s neck.

Alpha Sicilian Sniders continued to walk towards the elders' special room. Esther followed close behind until she stopped in front of a five metre high door. Esther's hand had not yet knocked on the door, but it opened first. An omega came out carrying a tray full of liquid blood. "What happened to the elder?" "He's injured, Alpha." Hearing that news made Alpha Sicilian Sniders immediately force open the door. Her steps were so long that she seemed to be running. She felt impatient to see the condition of the pack elder.

Bloodchild chuckled. “Then let us go. We have work to do. Gather everyone now and we leave at once. Elder Lord is at the Lycan territory in merriment and this is the perfect chance.” “Then you have the potions?” “Of course I do. My wife doesn’t disappoint.” Bloodchild left his cohort and went to prepare for battle. He returned home and changed into his stealth armor. He would want to move very quickly but be protected from a powerful Lycan bitch who would likely be fierce and dangerous.

“I’ve been able to do incredible things with the witch’s help. Now, boys!” That last command isn’t directed at me, and my stomach sinks as I look around the battlefield in horror. All at once, Elder Jet’s rebels pull out little red vials and down their contents.

Eloise was still unmoved and didn't open her eyes “Be patient, Elder. I'm getting closer.” Her incantations grew louder, and she swayed her head slowly in a circular motion. “The Blood harbinger wants blood. Pour it, and the magic will show the way.” Isaiah immediately took a sharp dagger, cut his palm, and let blood drip onto the symbols, it formed faint fire around them. “She’s out there— I see… a man ... an Alpha precisely. He's hiding her well.” Elder Isaiah blinked “Which of the pack's Alpha? Tell me his name!”

Despite my fatigue, I manage to destroy them in under a minute, earning a smirk from one of the elders. Afterward, the elder takes me to yet another test—this time, she cuts my hand, drawing blood. Using her magic, she makes the blood float in the air, its color shifting and changing like a rainbow. It’s bizarre, this old-world tradition. The sight of it makes me uneasy.

I nervously took the knife even though Hunter gave me an assuring smile and mouthed,"It'll be fine," He knows why I am nervous. It is because of my golden blood. What if my blood went mixed with his? What will happen then? I shook off all the negative ideas of my head and took the knife, then made a cut on my hand. As soon as the golden blood is flowing from the wound, everyone's eyes are on me. I could hear some gasps. A drop of my blood was on the bowl, then the elder began to mix it well with an old small ancient carved wooden staff. He then nodded his head and put the bowl on the table, then he took his seat. Another one of the elders stood up, bringing up two candles.

The Elders started chanting in Latin as I proceeded to cut a long slice through his main artery going up his arm. “Mensaeque deorum crateresque per sanguinem nostrum de te consurget post mortem.” They chanted over and over like a dull hum. This was the ritual chant for spelling the mixed blood to cause Ari to rise after death. I then proceeded to cut Ari’s artery as well. She did her best to not scream out in pain as I sliced her open, but she was only Human, and couldn't stop the tears falling from her eyes. I set the knife down and stepped back.

I said and grabbed the electrocution device and connected it to the Elder’s metal chair. "Lyon, I need a little help with that over there," I pointed and Lyon moved casually. He walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a bucket that had blood in it, rotten, putrid blood, and without wasting anytime, he emptied out it’s content on the Elder, soaking him, the chair and the ground around him wet. “What in the name of the goddess!” He screamed out as the blood soaked him up, entering his mouth and every part of his body it could find open.