Witcher Elder Blood 소설 & 이야기

Finally, the eldest among them nodded and spoke. “We should test his blood,” she said simply. Riven and I both looked at him. “What for?” I asked. “To be sure,” the Elder replied. “There are... legends. A howl like his only comes from the cursed line—the old blood. If his blood holds what we suspect, then the land will answer it. But if not…” she let the weight of the unspoken truth hang in the air. “If not,” Riven said slowly, “then he dies.”

She was getting a handle on how to identify which Blooded or lesser supernatural they were, too. The tall, majestic man with an obligatory presence at the end of the bar, always ordering a ‘Blood Orange Elixir’ the moment he stepped into the bar, was a Vampire Elder who belonged to one of the higher castes and a day walker, to boot. His amber eyes seemed to dare her to make a move, though he was one of her more polite patrons, not to mention a generous tipper in human cash.

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

She shifted her weight, her boots sliding a fraction of an inch through the wet clay, her mind frantically calculating the distance between her position, the transport wreck, and the edge of the central drop-off. You think you can control the dawn with steel and ink? Elena said, her voice dropping into a freezing, hollow frequency that made the Elder behind her tighten his grip on the rifle stock. You couldn't even keep the gate sealed against an old man with a staff. My grandfather is still up there, Trevor is bleeding out on his own cobblestones, and you are standing in a tomb. The Elder’s response was a sharp, downward shove of the barrel, forcing her head lower. Silent, girl. Your lineag

He vomited a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale. “Impossible! What sort of power is this?” Dylan’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw the elder vomited blood. His mouth hung open so widely that it seemed as though his chin could touch the ground. “Goodness! Even the seven-star King of War is no match for him?!” The other masters from the Wagner family were baffled at the outcome. That elder was their endgame, and he was the reason Dylan dared to act so rampantly. After all, this elder owed them a favor, and he planned to utilize that in a critical moment.

I chuckled. "He now belongs to us, he is our messenger, he is seen and we are not, we are just a mere shadow that can be seen in the night but can’t be touched, we are invisible in the daylight.. so we can't lose this.." the elder explained with a cold gaze telling me not to dare say no to his request. "He would work for us as it should be and..” He sneezed again and his eyes slightly opened, and shut back immediately. He was then given the great blood again mixed with water. After a few minutes he coughed again and rose up from the mat, the little shadow fed him the mixed liquor making sure he finished the mixture.

I woke up feeling voraciously hungry. It was like he hadn't eaten in days. I got up and sat on the bed, still groggy from sleep. Next to me was Elder, fast asleep. Had I been the one to awaken the wolf in him? Thinking about it scared me a bit... I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, but when I opened the fridge I saw that there was nothing inside: no meat, no vegetables, not even yogurt... How was I going to satisfy my hungry now? I took a deep breath to calm myself and tried to think clearly. He needed to find food... or something that could replace it for now. I suddenly remembered that Elder had some bottles of blood kept in his closet. I took them and opened them quickly; I needed t

He hands me a sharp blade and holds the goblet between us. This ritual is familiar to me, I'm well-versed in how it works. Without hesitation, I carve a deep gash into the flesh of my palm and hold it over the chalice so that the blood drips into it. The Elder takes the blade from me before slicing open his own hand with practiced ease. As his blood mixes with the fluids already in the chalice, light smoke rises slowly upwards. The man beams with contentment.

"What about my brother? he's a werewolf too." "Think about his special ability. it's mindreading. what if he founded the murderer with his special ability? When i got to the scene, he was already stabbed by that murderer, right? it's like he knows everything about them and when they kill their victims he can see it in his head."

the elder said. Wen Ruyi said sarcastically, "You've been talking for a long time. It turns out that you're here for my master's martial skills and cultivation techniques. If you have the ability, ask him for them directly." The elder's eyes were gloomy, and he said with a sinister smile, "I'm asking you. Will you hand them over or not?" "Don't even think about it," Wen Ruyi said in a deep voice. Suddenly, an elder of the Wen Family exploded into a bloody mist. The dazzling blood mist spread. The elder waved his hand. The bloody mist condensed and flew toward him. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood and divine soul of the elder of the Wen Family.