Novel & Cerita Wolf's Blood Swordgrass

Iris said. Had I said the pack name aloud? “What? What about them?” “Claudia’s blood shows sign of acetone, specifically a type derived from Rubiaceae, which is in the bedstraw family. The only reliable source of bedstraw is a medicinal nursery specific to the deep south Ravencrest Territory.” I looked down at Mother and again felt alarmed by her shallow skin. “Why would she have bedstraw in her blood? It is poisonous?” “Some varieties are, though typically to livestock, not wolves—or humans, for that matter. Some are edible, such as coffea Arabica.”

praised my wolf. So, I started looking around for something I could find. As I was walking around, I found a bunch of plants. The leaves were thin and small, barely as wide as my little finger. The stalks were green, juicy, and break easily. It was a type of grass that Doctor Gordon usually used to preserve animal carcasses for research. “Hey, right! Now I remember that!” My wolf pushed me to pick those plants. “Let's finish this quickly, Estelle! We have to be back before dark.”

"He can't hear you over the sound of your own death." He started the downward swing. I didn't have a sword. I didn't have a shield. I had the wolf-blood. I reached out and grabbed the blade. The poisoned steel sliced deep into my palms. I felt the acid eating into my flesh. I felt the paralysis creeping up my wrists. But I didn't let go. I squeezed. "What—what are you doing?" Lucas’s eyes went wide. He tried to pull the sword back, but I held on. My blood hit the floor. It wasn't red anymore. It was a dark, pulsing silver.

I looked back at him, and he made advances towards me. Ever so quickly, I slammed myself into the window without thinking, ready to throw myself into the fall. But pain sliced through my back, sharp and burning. I didn’t see it happen, but I knew. He’d swung his sword. Silver. Had to be. Nothing else burns like that, nothing else slows the healing. My family died because of that same metal. We wolves recover quickly...unless it’s silver. Then we bleed and die.

The air crackled with a raw, primal energy, the very ground trembling beneath their feet as the wolves circled, their growls a constant reminder of the power that now surged within her. Raynor stood beside her, his eyes never leaving the enemy. The hunters were regrouping, their leader, Garrick, still on his feet, his silver sword raised in defiance. The air was thick with anticipation, the blood-red glow of the Blood Moon casting an eerie light over the battlefield.

The others are close. When we break through the trees, the smell hits first: blood. The healer, Maeven, kneels in the middle of the clearing, hands glowing faintly blue over a motionless body. Her lips move in prayer or spell, maybe both, but the magic keeps slipping away like water through her fingers. Corran lies beneath her palms. The veteran wolf. The one who kept to himself but was still intent on watching over the young she-wolf. His chest is still, eyes open toward the gray canopy.

I want to stop him but Adlai’s life is more important. I don't know what to do as blood started to flow in her stomach. I pressed where the blood was coming from to prevent her from losing so much blood and I just cried when she started coughing blood. “A–Adlai”, I said, not knowing what to do. I think about pulling the swords in her stomach but it could worsen her condition. I look at my hands when I got the chance to touch the sword, there is a liquid thing in a sword and it is not a blood. I tried smelling it and my heartbeat became faster when I realized what it was. I am sure that it was a wolfbane.

The tops of the trees swayed here and there, and in a moment the forest came to life: it began to move, pot-bellied glossy beetles descended from the crowns of the trees, filling the air with the stench of decomposition and the vile chirping of paws. Melissa counted the seconds out loud until the two troops clashed. “One, two, three…” She closed her eyes tightly and then opened them. Under her feet, two waves met each other, filling the darkness with inhuman screams, high-pitched squeals and squelching sounds. Melissa counted to sixty when Andras jumped off the wolf and, spreading his wings, materialized a sword in his palm. The demon moved smoothly, rising into the air and immediately desce

They’d clearly gotten a good many bites and scratches in, the white parts of her fur now stained red, but she was still fucking going. I immediately pounced, bringing the bigger of the two wolves down, taking him by surprise and getting in a huge gash down the entirety of his back. He got up and pushed me off him, spraying blood as he shook. He lunged back at me, and I caught one of his legs between my teeth, tearing into it and savoring the taste of blood as it filled my mouth. Before my teeth hit bone, he finally kicked me off.

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.