Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

Lucien. “Don’t touch it,” he warned from behind her. But it was too late. Her fingers brushed the stone. And the world exploded into light. ~~~~~ The light was blinding. Alya squeezed her eyes shut as the power from the altar surged through her. It felt like the pulse of the universe itself—a thousand years of magic, of blood, of truth that had been hidden in the shadows for far too long. The runes on the ground burned brighter, reaching up her legs, her chest, into her heart.

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

The cost of blood magic, is a life for another life and it can only be done by a pureblood witch. “I know what you’re thinking” Estela laughs reading my expression. Even in my wolf form, she knows when i’m pissed. “Blood magic needs blood to work. Your father told your brother about Aurelia’s existence so he could plot his own form of revenge against her.” A chill runs down my spine and without the fury i was feeling minutes ago, I transform back to my human body. “Don’t stop. Keep talking” i growl with my back to her as i wear my clothes. It’s partially shredded but it does the job of keeping me covered for now.

“When your name is called, come to the stage. A single drop of blood is all it takes.” Oh good. Just blood magic in front of a thousand people. Casual. One by one, students stepped forward, pricked a finger, dropped their blood in the cauldron, and watched as the smoke rose, each color matching a house. Red for DracoVanth. Violet for NoctiShade. Green for Venmire. Silver-gray for Vargheim. Then....“Lila Gerrick.” “Eeeeeeeek!” Lila squealed, bouncing to her feet. “Wish me luck!”

She fights back with everything she has, centuries of knowledge and power and experience, but it’s not enough. It was never going to be enough. “The children,” Alistair says urgently. “While it’s distracted, we need to…” But the Void Born’s attention shifts to us, to the children still trapped in the circle, and I feel its hunger focus like the gaze of something vast and incomprehensible. ALPHA BLOOD, it observes. SILVER WOLF ESSENCE. CREATION MAGIC STILL FRESH FROM BIRTH. HOW DELICIOUS. The tendrils that were draining Morgana multiply, reaching toward all five children at once.

The air became sweet, crisp, and incredibly cold, filled with the scent of high-altitude winter air and wild pine. Malphas let out a brutal, agonizing scream as the light touched his gray skin. The jagged black veins pulsing along his arms began to shrivel and turn to ash, the stolen shadow magic inside his body violently rejecting the holy presence of the White Dire Wolf. He stumbled backward, his giant sword clattering heavily against the floorboards as he clutched his burning chest. "My magic!" Malphas gasped, his giant yellow eyes wide with a sudden, suffocating panic. "The altar... the shadow pool... it’s dying!"

“It is not just tea. It is a pact.” Alexei snapped his fingers. “I knew there was poison involved. But you’re telling me she drank… A magical contract?” Pavel nodded as one of his assistants brought the cross-referenced analyses of Susan’s blood. “Look at this.” He slid the papers across the table. “Arcane herbs of pre-Christian origin. Wormwood of thirteen cycles, murmurium roots, dust of firstborn calf blood. All catalyzed by a drop of sorceress blood.” Alexei frowned.

At that very moment, everyone were casting spells and activating their skills and artefact to find out whether the blood is real or not. “Dear, Lord…it was real…”.(Grand Scholar Angela Hecklersiet) “My oh my…looks like that President really does capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters….”.(Great Archmage Lodwig Godgrafen) The first 2 people that acknowledge the authenticity of the blood using their magic, is the Pair from the Institute of Artemesia, from the inside of their private room on the second floor. The old grand scholar Angela were gaping her mouth into an ‘o’ shape as she realized that the Blood were of the highest purity that she had ever come across, it was the highest tier materials