Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

he said, his voice the soft drone of a lecturer, "is built on a foundation of blood magic. But it's wrapped in a glamour. A holy masking spell. Like painting gold over rust." "Then we need something that eats gold," Emberlyn muttered. She added the nightshade. The solution turned from clear to deep crimson, then to black, then to a color that had no name - a darkness that seemed to absorb the light around it. "Now," she breathed, "the catalyst." She reached for a vial of her own blood. Emberlyn was human, unaffiliated, but her blood carried the particular resonance of someone who had spent too long in the presence of outcast magic. It was rich with adaptation. With survival.

After all, it bothered me. I talked to Armani about my plan. ‘Now, Armani.’ I signal and he did what I told him to do. Armani suddenly shone, causing my magic circle to glow brightly. I can already feel the power flowing through my veins into my hands, and I use my light magic to complete the ritual.

she laughed loudly like a maniac. Suddenly her iris disappeared and her eyes turned white. She took a small blade and cut into her Arm., blood magic was the darkest form of dark magic. It took a toll on the person using the magic and had dire consequences. “Sanguinem lunae… corda vestra mihi!” Our pack members began to drop on the ground one by one and began to convulse coughing out a green liquid from their throats. They were dying in an excruciatingly painful manner.

"Your daughter will be safe. I am sorry it took me too long to do this. However, I will also be sending someone else for her. She must not be alone now that she conceives. Forgive me for my decision." Suddenly, the gust of wind within the chamber surged violently, whipping through the room like an unrelenting tempest. The vortex at the center of the magic circle swirled with ferocious intensity, its light pulsating brighter than ever. Alaric's body, suspended in the vortex, began to dissolve—fading piece by piece into shimmering fragments of light, each part of him drawn into the portal.

The air around her shimmered with raw energy, her green eyes glowing with an ethereal light as she whispered the ancient incantation that would seal Arthur's fate. "Vinculum cordis et animae, te libera a tenebris" – The bond of heart and soul, release you from darkness. As the final syllable left her lips, a surge of brilliant light erupted from her outstretched hand, arcing through the air like a bolt of lightning as it struck Arthur squarely in the chest. He let out a gut-wrenching scream, his body writhing in agony as the dark magic within him was ripped away, leaving only the man he had once been.

The two soldiers led the way, lanterns swinging in their fists, while Aaron kept a steady pace beside Alaric, his eyes darting to every shadow. The hut came into view, a crooked silhouette clinging to the cliffside. Around it shimmered a faint distortion — like heat haze, bending the air itself. The stench of iron and old blood rolled from within. The soldiers halted, lowering their lanterns. “Here, my lords.” Alaric stepped forward, hand brushing the distortion. A shiver ran up his arm, his wolf bristling beneath his skin. Veridian blood-magic. Old. Strong. Aaron frowned. “So it’s true.”

The demon just laughed at her and didn't bother himself to utter a word. “Celestial Blood Magic: Crimson Tornado,” Almirah firmly shouted then an immense and thick amount of blood gushed out from the jar and it moved rapidly in a circular motion, rushing towards Leviathan's direction. Almirah laughed devilishly. My heart throbbed as I saw fangs growing on her teeth. And as time passed by, she became aggressive as if she’s losing her sanity but her magic power gradually intensified. What was happening on her?

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

The lanterns hanging from the nearby trees shattered all at once. Glass exploded across the clearing. Several horses screamed. One man stumbled backward in terror as darkness spread unnaturally beneath Alaric’s boots like spilled ink. “My lord—” “I am leaving.” No one argued. No one was stupid enough. The storm winds screamed through the trees as Alaric reached for the magic buried beneath his skin. Ancient. Monstrous. Hungry. The forest recoiled from it instantly. Runes ignited along his hands in molten silver light while shadows twisted violently around his body. The temperature dropped so quickly frost spread across the dead leaves at his feet.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."