Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

Tadhg Walter did a good job, went to find the dark magic gate, opened the way to the demon world, and brought all those people into the blue sky. This has a great effect on people. "I give you creation!" Tadhg Walter stared at him, spoke again, his voice was calm, but his tone was unquestionable, seemingly with absolute certainty. This made the silent Archibald Henry raise his head, his eyes full of doubt, seeing this for the first time today, why does he want to help himself? His bloodline, has been pulled down, found countless powerful alchemy masters, basically giving up all, this life is very difficult to awaken.

“Tell me why then. Why? Why should I be here?” “A year ago, our kingdom’s divine prophet had a prophecy. A big war will break out soon and Azlea’s barrier is getting weaker every year. Lord Vincentius was the one who built it. We had tried all the most powerful mages of this generation to rebuild it but no one could as it requires Lord Vincentius’ blood.” “So you need me for that? Fine. I’ll give you my blood. After that, let me leave.” “But that’s not as simple as that. You have to rebuild the barrier yourself. We believe only you can do it because you are Lord Vincentius’ descendant.”

Alpha Hunter couldn’t answer that question because in all honesty we didn’t know what the spell entitled just yet. “I found it!” Sal yelled from the table as he pointed at the grimoire. Ash, Alpha Hunter, and I quickly moved to where Sal was standing. “What does it say?” Alpha Hunter asked and I could clearly see it was written in old Latin. “We will need a witch from both the sun and moon magic, along with someone that shares the same blood as the person we want to bring home.” Sal said and Ash immediately says, “Then we are good, we have all three. Let’s do this.”

And I know of a way to produce the necessary amount of magical energy: the Blood Ritual. It is a banned ritual, highly taboo. I would have never even known about it, if it weren’t for all the books Ann used to smuggle from the Forbidden Section of the library. The ritual needs blood of two magical beings. It also needs to be performed when both the Altairain moons are full. I will of course be offering my blood. And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood.

Ron needed him. Without wasting anymore time, Alaric began the spell, drawing intricate symbols in the air with his fingers. The room darkened, as if the shadows themselves were being pulled toward him. The air around him crackling with energy as he invoked the spell to fight the dark magic in Zedekiel’s limbs. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his breathing grew labored as he channeled his magic into Zedekiel’s body. Fortunately, little by little, the blackened skin on Zedekiel’s arms and legs started to lighten, the darkness retreating inch by inch.

"You're okay." ​I didn't just feel okay. I felt like a walking nuke. ​The magic was singing in my blood, amplified tenfold by the Alpha spark he had just injected directly into my veins. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the dirt on my clothes, and looked up at the failing purple runes. ​I grabbed the fading magic out of the air, twisted it between my hands, and threw it straight down into the valley. ​The entire gorge flashed a blinding, radioactive violet. A massive dome of solid light crashed down from the sky, instantly vaporizing a thousand undead soldiers before slamming shut directly over the obsidian altar.

He sprinted toward the frosted window, yanked his bare burning hand across the ice, and looked down into the courtyard. I surged after him, breath catching, because what I saw below made my throat lock. The Steele Estate’s physical walls hadn’t been breached. No witches climbing the titanium fences. No silhouettes dropping from the sky. Instead, something worse was creeping up from the frozen ground itself. A thick sickly purple mist was seeping out of the earth like it had always been there. Blood-magic. The mist curled around our elite guards’ ankles like living serpents. The second it touched them their amber and yellow wolf eyes twisted, violently… until they glowed purple, sickening and

“Natural magic is one of the seven I mentioned. It’s what I’m primarily skilled in. Healing, coaxing emotions, or even unraveling a binding spell is well within my skill set. Besides with the restraints Cordelia is spelling, she won’t have the energy to unbind your magic.” “These are just a precaution. There’s no telling what will happen when we unlock magic that’s been bound for over ten years, but there’s also a very good chance nothing will happen. They won’t hurt, but you’ll be pinned to the floor until we’re sure you’ve got everything under control.” Cordelia added and turned towards Rowena. “Are we ready?” I winced when the curved athame sliced into grandma’s hand. Scarlet beads emerge

The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation. Calach, “the milky backed”, a minor legionnaire of the infernal forces. The creature was apparently connected to a larger entity in the form of Ariton, one of the eight Princes of Hell. This royalty was associated with dominion over water and took direction from the North, whatever that meant. Calach was used to invoke hexes on enemies and love charms on unwilling women. Hexes and love charms. That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap.

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.