Altar Blood Magic

A forgotten memory. Undying charm. A sacred heart. A lonely soul and a cruel life. Welcome to Porsha Academy: School of Magic "Where people who have charm and ability suits for." Written By: itsmaidenblack

" Bah, serius Abah mau mindahin aku di pondok ini? " Tanya Abbas sambil mencoba berjalan sejajar dengan abahnya . "Ya gimana lagi. " Jawab abahnya dengan singkat. "Di pondok ini ikhwan akhwat jadi satu loh. " Balas Abbas. "Kamu di sini mondok niatnya buat cari ilmu, bukan cari akhwat, kalau niat awal kamu mau cari ilmu, InsyaAllah gapapa walaupun ada akhwat. " Jelas abahnya dengan lembut. *** "Ih Putri, jangan jadi berondong kau ni. " Ucap Aini membuyarkan lamunanku. "Dih, siapa juga yang jadi berondong, kau nanti kaget kalau tahu dia, " balasku. "Hmm iya-in aja deh biar kau seneng. " Balasnya sambil tertawa. *** Mungkin nantinya tak akan ada yang tahu, bahwa ada seseorang yang selalu melangitkan do'a sendirian, berjuang dengan teguh nya, tanpa adanya sebuah dukungan, ia selalu yakin akan takdir Allah yang indah, Allah tak mungkin membiarkan do'a dan keteguhan dari hamba-Nya itu kembali dengan sia-sia. Meski selalu ada rintangan yang tak segan-segan menghampiri, bahkan terkadang rintangan itu memberi rasa luka di hati. Akankah ia mampu bertahan di atas derasnya rintangan itu? Ataukah perjuangannya akan berhenti sebelum Allah buka pintu do'anya? . Ingat, hal menyakitkan dalam hubungan percintaan adalah;"kita telah kehilangan sesuatu itu sebelum sempat memilikinya. "

One night I had an unforgettable dream about my mate; my handsome, flawless and mesmerizing mate. Ever since that night I dream about him almost every night, but I forget what he looks like every morning. His name, species, hair color, and even his voice are things I can't recall, but what I can remember is how he makes me feel when his lips meet mine—complete and lost without him. And now, when I'm soon eighteen, and about to enroll in a new school, I'm hoping to find him—my beautiful mate.

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

A phoenix is a soulless creature with immortality and resurrection or life after death. It has a mortal mate who is in possession of the blue flame, and when that flame connects with the red flame carried by the phoenix, it creates a crystal ball-like structure filled with the energy of yin and yang. When that crystal ball finally enters the body of Phoebe she will become a deity with divine power, but that process is only available to a person blessed with the power of the Phoenix. And if she foolishly decides to become human, the next phoenix will be doomed to a curse that will awaken after its thousandth year of life.

Hope collapse on a mountain, one glance up to see a fiery creature looming over her, his red eyes blinding her. "Who are you?"of course she didn't expect the creature to answer her "What do you want from me?" She growl in fake bravity,despite her knowing she could fight this creature, she's terrified. "Where's the amphithere dagger?" A voice ask in her head, she look around. " Where's the amphithere dagger girl?" The voice barked, she glance up wide eyed. Daisy had always known hope was the chosen one, she was there when she was born, she'd been with them when her father had brought may zhiang her mother into the troop, she was chosen by the magic to protect the amphithere, but what no one knows was the danger lurking around. Her Powers were revealed, Her death illuminating, The prophecy vivid, Her transformation Happening. "Like si yang?" Hope ask the dying man. "No... no... I need to live but not at the cost of my lovers life" Ned stumbled on his words. " Really?! " " You're a snipy angel"Hope touch his hand, he couldn't explain why but the fear creeping up the back of his head went away. "Do you want to know my name?" he nod "hope" she whisper and suddenly his eyes closed and her... she vanished.

When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So. When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time. When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more. But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying ‘I do’ to her because of his ex-girlfriend. Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years. She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

Weil ich seit meiner Kindheit viel Milch getrunken hatte, war mein Körper reifer als der jeder Gleichaltrigen. Als ich achtzehn wurde, bat mein überfürsorglicher Bruder seinen besten Freund, auf mich aufzupassen – aus Angst, ein Mann könnte mich ausnutzen. Doch schon bei unserer ersten Begegnung starrte dieser Mann mir auf die Oberweite, ohne den Blick abzuwenden, und trieb sein Spiel mit mir – wieder und wieder. Von da an war er tagsüber mein Vorgesetzter und nachts war ich seine persönliche Assistentin. Vier volle Jahre im Verborgenen – er hatte mich genau zu der Frau gemacht, die er am liebsten wollte. Nach vier Jahren kehrte seine Ex-Verlobte aus dem Ausland zurück, und er sprang aus dem Bett, um sie vom Flughafen abzuholen. Ich schluckte meine Demütigung hinunter und fuhr ihm nach. Noch eine Stunde zuvor hatte seine Hand voller Bissspuren meinen Mund bedeckt. Doch jetzt strich er direkt vor meinen Augen zärtlich einer anderen Frau durchs Haar: „Lotte, vor vier Jahren hast du dich in mein Bett geschlichen, als ich betrunken war.“ „Dein Theater jetzt ist wirklich lächerlich.“

If it wasn't her blood, he had no desire for it. Emily had come to the understanding that even the undead, had desires and cravings. For her, it was the way he had come to crave the richness of her blood and the cold but satisfactory feeling it brought her.