Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 601: Nora Takes Too

Apollo’s eyes burned with a sinister glow, fury overtaking his once composed demeanor. "One way or another, I will have you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Without hesitation, he crushed the delicate jasmine flower in his hand, its intoxicating scent wafting into the air one last time before the petals dissolved like spiritual energy, sinking into the ground. In an instant, the ground beneath them began to shimmer, ancient runes glowing as they activated Apollo’s trap. A surge of power coursed through the earth, and Eunid immediately felt its effects. His strength drained away, leaving him powerless as he collapsed to the ground, his body feeling heavy and weak.

Apollo stood above him, chuckling darkly, his eyes gleaming with triumph. This had been his plan all along—a carefully orchestrated trap to ensnare Eunid. After all he knew that he could not have Eunid.

The only way to do this was forcefully. He was one that had always gotten what he wanted, one way or another and this time around was not going to be any exception.

Eunid struggled, his limbs trembling as he tried to push himself up, but his body betrayed him. He was too weak to fight back, too weak to stop what was coming.

Even if he were to scream at the top of his lungs, it would not still help his situation. After all, the Runes isolated this garden from noise both within and out.@@@@

Apollo, on the other hand, wasted no time. His hands reached for Eunid, and with ruthless precision, he began to tear the clothes from his body, fabric ripping as he exposed Eunid’s skin to the cold night air.

Panic surged through Eunid, and he pleaded, his voice shaky and desperate. "Apollo, you can’t do this. The Chastity family—if they engage in relations before marriage, they lose the favor of their patron god. You’ll lose everything. Your power... your standing... please..."

Apollo’s hands paused for only a moment, his expression twisting with dark amusement as he pulled down Eunid’s pants. "I am the beloved of my family," Apollo sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Even our patron god will forgive me for this. What I want, I take. And right now, I want you."

Eunid’s heart raced in terror, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lay helpless, his body too weak to resist. The rune beneath him pulsed with power, sapping him of any chance to fight back. His mind raced, searching for any way to escape, but all he could feel was the overwhelming dread of what was to come.

And Apollo, assured in his twisted sense of entitlement, moved closer, his predatory gaze never leaving Eunid’s vulnerable form.

As people rushed over to see what had happened, they were met with a very peculiar sight. The first was of Eunid, teared down on the ground with his bleeding backside to the sky, and at the other side, wounded but some how barely alive was Apollo.

The easily recognizable Defensive rune that had attacked still shone slightly on Eunid’s back. No one needed to be asked, before they knew what had happened.

Obviously, Eunid was the vulnerable one here, no one was a fool not to have known this. However, this was still the chasity family home, and this was their heir.

Nora ran over, pushing through the crowd, only see the same scene.

The guards tried to treat the crowd, telling the to step back.

However, the moment Nora’s eyes laid upon Eunid, a profound anger shot through her body, and instantly, she looked in Apollo’s direction.

She had moved on impulse, applying a mix of the Diligence family technique with her sword technique gotten from her clan.

She moved like the wind, her fingers tracked and grabbed a dagger from one of the guard’s side, and her small size helped her move nibble.

Before anyone knew it, she was on Apollo who was struggling for life.

It was as if his own defensive rune had helped him in time against Eunid’s but he had still been hurt badly.

Nora sat on his chest, her eyes having a very particular glow as she pierced the blade through the flesh of Apollo’s neck, ripping it apart. His blood splashed on her face...

(Author’s Note: I have Cooked...)