روايات وقصص ضمن Yukina Himeragi Strike The Blood

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

“The shadow lives in you.” “Stay calm. Do not lose yourself.” Kira’s voice snapped inside me. But Veraka howled, drowning her out. “Kill him! Tear his heart! I want his blood!” The storm built inside me. Every strike grew wilder. I lunged, shadows bursting from my form, slamming into him like a wave. He stumbled, but then twisted, his blade biting into my shoulder. Pain tore through me. A roar escaped my lips, claws slashing across his face, leaving three jagged lines that oozed blood.

“The first strike is for your disrespect of the sacred moon relics and the desecration of a hero’s heirlooms!” CRACK! Another lash, tearing into bloody flesh. Ethan let out a pained grunt. “The second strike is for mistreating a hero’s descendant and for your ingratitude!” … After ninety-nine lashes, Ethan’s fur was soaked in blood. He was a mess, barely conscious. He clenched his jaw, his body swaying, on the verge of collapsing, but he didn’t dare. Ethan’s mother watched from the side, her heart breaking, tears streaming down her face, but under the stern gazes of Elder William and Elder Marcus, she didn’t dare say a word.

Anana stared at him, her fury undimmed. Her left hand caught his tattered clothes, holding him upright like a broken doll. She screamed into the storm, her rage a sound that shook the heavens themselves. Thunder rolled louder, answering her fury. Her right hand drew back, trembling with invisible divine force. The energy radiating from her was suffocating, a power unseen but undeniable, pressing on every chest in the arena like a heavy weight. The crowd held its breath. Her punch flew. It struck his skull with a force that split the air. His head ripped cleanly from his neck, flying across the arena in a spray of blood. His body fell limply, blood soaking into the sand.

"He killed my fucking father! You think I am going to allow him to walk out of this place freely?" At this point, Camilla used what's left of her Alpha's aura to let out an ear piercing frequency that would make any nearby werewolf under her immediately fall to the ground and cover their ears and beg for her to stop. I could hear the frequency, but she had something on me. My bloodline was higher than hers could ever be, and if I used my aura on her, she would be the one to submit... She came up to my feet, her eyes were still red and painful from when I almost strangled the life out of her.

She looked at me smugly, like she thought I was done for. I was still trying to figure out why she'd been let out when I noticed Larry walking toward me. I thought he was stepping forward to protect me, but in the next moment, he grabbed the baton from his waist and swung it at me. He asked, "Who do you think you are? How dare you bully Ms. Cindy! Are you looking for death? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Ms. Cindy!" Blood streamed down from my forehead, staining my vision red. My head was ringing, and I was barely conscious.

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”

Herman ordered. Joan, with her wobbling knees, hurried to find a basin of lukewarm water and towels. A minute later, I stopped convulsing. The next thing I knew, I was biting Herman's neck, tearing his flesh. When Kali grabbed me away from Herman, I turned to her and bit her neck too. Sucking and feeding on her, draining her blood... Moments later, Joan arrived carrying a small basin of water and towels. I jumped at her so fast she didn't realize what was happening until I tore the flesh on her neck, where her carotid arteries were.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

The dagger in her hand expanded into a long sword that radiated with flames and she fiercely slashed toward the incoming spear. There was a loud explosion as both the spear and the blade shattered, turning into spiritual energy, and dispersing into the air. She had blocked the attack, but the chaotic impact of the attack tore her clothes, revealing a lot of skin. She looked like a mess. She then realized that she had not been facing one person. That was because she had faced two different forms of energy. Yumi was furious. She was a ninja art genius from Cherrytopia, a martial prodigy of the Senka family. She was a Sanctuary level expert at that.