Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
A Sour Note
He didn't need to question them to get his answer. As soon as Ikaris took a closer look at the deep, bloody gashes on their arms and back, he knew what had happened.
These wounds were ugly to look at, but their lives were not in danger as long as they were quickly disinfected to prevent infection. Yet, upon closer inspection, the boy noticed that these lesions were throbbing unnervingly as if they were alive.
'They were bitten by an Alpha Werewolf. I can already sniff the wet dog smell wafting from them." Magnus informed him telepathically in a low voice. "The mutation will take several days and will be irreversible unless you can give them a wolfsbane antidote within the hour.'
Ikaris's face fell when he heard the Vampire's dismissive diagnosis. His aversion to Werebeings ran deep so he expected nothing else from him.