Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

I focused on healing the carotid artery first, imagining my light encircling it and stitching it back together. The flow of blood leaking between my fingers slowed before finally stopping. I wanted to heal his neck completely, but I could feel my body tiring out as the use of my magic drained me. I focused instead on his leg, closing the bleeding vessels, trying to keep as much of his blood in his body as possible. Without blood he would be unable to heal, and all of this would be for nothing. I needed him alive until Blake could get here and give him a transfusion, and perhaps heal him a bit more himself. “What is she doing? Why is she glowing purple?”

Now he is as weak as any other witch because he can only battle with his ancestral magic. Lucindo stretched his hands into the air and I automatically got hung in the air. I could feel my lungs and chest tightening and I gasped in shock when blood stained my shirt. He was about to rip out my heart and make my bloodstain the cemetery just as the other dead people.

Hank held up his head high. Edmund squinted his eyes and curved his lips into an evil smile: "Sounds fun, maybe I'll try that." Buster shifted at Edmund's words, and Sarla also pulled out her wand, like the rest of the mages. The whole room was now under huge tension. "Do you really think you can leave if we don't allow it?" Hank sneered coldly, "With a deep wound and a girl unconscious in your arms?" They have ten high-level mages, and Edmund has only Buster and Sarla, with Lilith in his arms out cold. What was worst was that Edmund could feel his power draining from him. Many rituals use "blood of heart" because it was an important source of power.

The moment the blood touched the soil, it pulsed faintly, as though sensing the power coursing through me. With a sharp motion of my wrist, I began weaving the spell. My hand moved gracefully, tracing intricate patterns in the air above the blood. The magic felt raw and alive, a current of energy that surged through my veins as I focused my intent. A tendril of light rose from the blood, swirling upward like smoke caught in a phantom breeze. It expanded outward, reaching through the fabric of the world as if seeking Andromeda’s essence.

Every time I tried to close my eyes, another link would break, another innocent life lost. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Ruby’s side. Somehow, my little princess is hanging on despite this dark magic flowing through her veins, but how much longer can she hang on? Archie had to drag me out of her room so we could have this fucking meeting. What’s there to meet about? My pack is dying and there’s nothing I can do. “What the fuck kind of magic is it?” Dare demands, looking like he’s ready to go to war. “Yaya said it’s blood magic. Some kind of potion, or poison, her brother created. But she doesn’t believe he would use this kind of magic willingly,” Archie says defensively.

Robert nodded with a hint of grimace on his face. "Then I'll have to explain everything to you first," Lucas sighed, "We are able to cast spells because of our magic circuits. It is like our veins, carrying another magical liquid, like our blood that flows through our body.” He showed his opened palm. It flashed and shone brighter, where a golden liquid came out of his palm, floating into the air, like glowing ribbons circling him. “This is the magical liquid I’m speaking of … it’s called alar.” "Alar? But why do I feel like my strength was depleted after overusing my magic?"

The more the necromancer kept disappearing, the more I felt he was hiding something from me, and the more I tried to find out what I needed to know. Fortunately, the librarian nudged me onto a different track. Why not look for information about how the druids make invocations of such power? It was an interesting clue. Moreover, despite the fact that druids with anarels had exactly the same material, I came across a reference in one of their old books to ‘the blood of the sun’ or ‘the golden blood’. A person who possessed such an innate gift was able to call upon two magic powers. He could, with equal ease, direct both the Dark and white magic. The blood of such a mage could be a marvelous in

she shrieked, stumbling off the cart and landing face-first into a basket of turnips. I walked over, arms crossed, sword casually sheathed at my hip. “You okay, Algebra?” I asked sweetly. “Don’t talk to me, traitor!” she hissed from the ground, flailing as turnips rolled dramatically around her. “You’ll regret scorning the TRUE heir of MacMayer! I have summoned the lost magic of Volcarth!” “Volcarth?” I blinked. “That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.”

With a powerful flick of my hand, I let the waves crash against the men. All men went flying across the clearing except for one. Magic seemed to not affect him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and whispered, “You should have left while you had the chance. We can’t let a powerful witch like you live… sorry Luv…” I tried to use magic to attack him again and again but I couldn’t free myself. I even tried teleporting but my magic seemed to have abandoned me. What the F***! had he done? ASLAN’S POV I was shocked to see Aurora in Jack’s grip. She was struggling to use her magic but couldn’t. My eyes widened in horror when I saw a tiny needle embedded in her arm.

Alice asked. “Running out of time already,” Alice said and picked up her sword, she used it on one of Brian’s soldiers and ran towards Arianna pointing the sword at her. Arianna knew nothing about blood magic, she had no idea of how to save herself and not even her powers can save her as blood magic is one of a kind, she concluded she had once again been defeated by Alice. Alice got to where Arianna was and moved the sword in the direction of her stomach before Alice got to where she was, Arianna had already closed her eyes and mumbled to herself maybe her dying wishes.