Contact - Part 5
ichor and saliva boiled as the fox opened his mouth and the sparks swirled near his fangs. _eliminating threat_. the voices echoed once more.
Hell Forged: Chapter 3
Mathias' dead eye was blood red, black ichor oozing out from under the socket.
On Fallowed Ground
One moment you're trying to store the ghostly ichor of death in a flask, the next that ichor has a name and a rank and it thinks you're a hun. ivan was not an amateur warlock, of course. he could deal with battlefield necromancy, he was sure.
Working Under the Fang
She coughed up some black ichor. "because it's true, shel... it's all true. i'm just like them. i destroy those who don't serve me." he couldn't help but pity her. she could never be a ruthless killer, not in his eyes.
Gemini Lunae
The ichor steamed away and disappeared. sever let out a breath and turned to see the other creature also evaporating.
Anointed [Patron Reward]
The warm ichor coated my brain and filled every crevice of my spine. i could taste her in my mouth, breathe her in my lungs, feel her around my cock and inside my gut. even the slightest movement brought me to the edge of ecstasy again.
Cassandra IV
Wreath left himself unsatisfied, hand covered with a sheen of sticky ichor as he rolled over, lying with his back against the inner wall of the counter, trying to conserve what warmth he had left as he fell into a fitful sleep.
Nightworld 23: The Devil Inside
Zakhar tried to hold on but it was no use, dark ichor bursting as his head was torn from his shoulders.
Preying on the Past - Ch. 1 Bridging Two Worlds
As i came close to the creature, black ichor pooling from its demolished chest, now healing slower with over a dozen silver slugs lodged within its body, my left hand grasped one of the many...unorthodox tools of our trade.
Dust and Echoes - Part II
"sergeant ichor. i knew he was a bit raw under the scales but i never thought he'd stoop to something ~that~ low."
The Dragons Womb
A few small tremors shook within it as it pumped out its thick ichor. a sudden cramp struck talia like a blow to the gut. she grasped at her stomach as she doubled over. her skin seared hot against her armor.
The Magnum Opus - Prologue
Each one dripped purplish-black ichor that landed on the surface of the mirror-like river. from within each one sprouted hollow, white eyes; featureless, emotionless and _soulless_.