A Trail Of Blood Manga Novels & Stories

(Battle Theme : Eluveitie - Elembivos) Death Curse.. Hearing the words, Ming Yue abruptly lifted her head, staring at the blood puddle on the ceiling as something slowly came out from it. Tightened the grip on Silver Moon in her hand, Ming Yue mused inwardly. 'Looks like there's still more to come.. huh..?'

Jakes POV “Surely there should be a trail, we found a pool of blood. The fact he lost as much blood as he did would mean he wasn’t able to heal, and being as he’s technically a gamma, he should have had faster healing than the standard wolf. That tells me he must have encountered either silver or wolfsbane. Now I may not be the sharpest tool in the box but even I know blood droplets leave a f**king trail” I roared at the couple of pack trackers that stood trembling before me in my office.

Akira could feel that he was awake and yet he felt like he was dreaming, as he walked on a small path with the sides being covered in white roses, he suddenly felt the need to stop and take a look at the flowers, following his instincts he felt the path and bent down and took a look at one of the small flower, he looked at he smooth surface as the leaves of the flower wound around each other. The flower looked very fragile and yet at the same time it had ethereal glow to it, Akira lifted one of his fingers and touched it to the edge of the flower and felt a small pickle before he felt his blood suddenly started flowing and he watched in shock as the flower sucked up his blood like it was wat

“The soldiers must have investigated after the attack. They would have found this trail.” “And it probably led nowhere,” I say, studying the blood spatter. The trail is clear for perhaps twenty feet, then vanishes completely. No drag marks, no continued drops, nothing. Whoever orchestrated this knew how to cover their tracks. “That’s why we’re here.” I stand, extending my hand over the droplets. Magic flows from my fingertips, ancient and primal. This is the gift of my bloodline, the pure hybrid magic that few possess anymore. The air shimmers, and threads of silver light begin to weave outward from the blood, tracing a path invisible to ordinary sight.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

I had lost the memory of how this trial ended in the book, but I hadn't lost the instinct to survive. Without hesitation, the Emissary sliced my palm. I didn’t flinch. I watched, detached, as my blood - darker than it should have been - began to fall. Each drop hit the sacred silver basin below with the sound of thunder made small. The water within glowed a brilliant, crystalline silver where my blood touched it, rippling outward like moonlight on a restless sea. For a heartbeat, it was beautiful. Then the light faltered. Dark, oily tendrils began to coil beneath the surface - alive, hungry, and whispering in tongues that had not been spoken since the first death.

Like static electricity dancing across my skin, the words began to glow as if highlighted by invisible hands. "Fae bloodlines react to written magic. The blood recognizes itself across generations." I slammed the book shut. The light vanished but my hands continued to tingle. Across the library I heard footsteps approaching. Lucien emerged from between shelves with an expression I could not read. "Interesting choice of reading material." He moved closer. "May I?" I handed him the book. He opened it to the same page and nothing happened. No light. No reaction. Just words on paper. "Elias reported you were progressing quickly but I did not expect this." He closed the book and studied me. "Your

When I woke up again, Silvana was gone. A servant, Leo, came in with a tray of food and froze in shock at the bloody scene. The tray slipped from his hands, the porcelain shattering on the floor. I was lying in a pool of my own blood. "My God..." Leo rushed over. "What happened to you?" "I have to call the Boss." When the call connected, Darren's impatient voice came through. "What is it? I'm busy." "Boss, the Madam... she's bleeding badly. I think her condition is critical..."

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I found myself wading through a sea of crimson blood, the sticky liquid sucking at my feet with every step. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I trailed after the blood, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of where it would lead me. As I followed the trail, I suddenly came face-to-face with Rose. Her eyes gleamed with hatred, and her smile was a cold, calculated gesture. But what made my blood run cold was not how she looked at me, but what she held in her hands – the severed head of Nikita. Blood dripped from it, forming a small pool on the ground.

Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky A few volumes had no titles at all—only sigils etched into their bindings in deep crimson ink or embossed with fading gold leaf. One bore the unmistakable crest of House Blackwood, and though my hand twitched toward it, I didn’t reach. It didn’t feel like mine to touch.