Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

Eden cursed that the butterfly fairies had learned those swearings from here and nowhere. Eden ignored the shop owner's verses. He was so used to the heavy swearing frequency of this brother. The young wizard glued a hand-sized transparent glass jar. Inside the box were purple-blue powders that clumped like they were wet with moisture. With this, Balan can safely pass Winter Day this year! The blood of animals could help Balan get through 10% of pain, the blood of humans was 30%, and the blood of mighty magical creatures (like a dragon) - even if it's not fresh blood - would most likely keep him alive. Balan could move as usual (could not use strength but did not need to lie down like every

Instead, I bled through my gloves and finished all fifty-eight. Not all of them were cruel. One student, a girl named Nyra Alen, offered me water after a training match. Her skin shimmered faintly like moonlight, and her House crest marked her as Sirenblood—an offshoot of water elementals known for song-based magic and emotion sensing. “You shouldn’t let him push you like that,” she said, handing me the flask. “He’s doing it because he’s afraid of what you’ll become.” I snorted. “Pretty sure it’s because he enjoys watching me bleed.”

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

(“I, Alexis Calder. Humans possessing by pure blood on my whole body. A pure blood of the vampire hunter. I ask for your help, vampire hunters in around the world. Wherever you are, come to me just right now. I need your help to face the war with the evil vampires. Come here please, vampire hunters in around the world. Help me to fulfill my life purpose to eradicate the evil vampires from this earth. To be able to maintain the balance of our lives, as vampire hunters, good vampires, and humans. I, Alexis Calder, a pure-blood vampire hunter. Asking you once again, vampire hunters in around the world to come to me and help me to win this war. Come. And come…” Alexis could instantly feel the gu

And while I wouldn't say it was gross, it reminded me a lot of the taste of troll blood. Arthur's body weakened. His hands went slack. I nearly had him drained. It wouldn't be too much longer. I opened my eyes and saw Christopher watching me. His eyes shone with profound curiosity and I wondered why, until I saw that my body emanated the same glow as what Abernathy had done to me a few nights ago. The seven magics were pouring out of me. I was surprised and my confidence grew as I sucked the rest of the blood from Arthur's body. When I finished, I withdrew my fangs, holding Arthur's body away from me. His eyes were closed, and his body was ashen. He looked empty, like a husk.

Ava was currently scolding Arlo for trying to sit up. "Ava," I said kneeling. "Tor brought back some herbs for a silver antidote. We are going to need it brewed into tea." Ava nodded while standing and rushed off to the manor. Tor started dictating commands to the shifters around him to start bringing the wounded to the manor. I reached my hands above Arlo's cut on his arm. "Awesome," Arlo said excitedly. "It's finally my turn to get healed by your magic!" Shaking my head, I couldn't help but smile.

Baron moved swiftly down the line, repeating the process with each man until finally, the cup was filled with their life essence. With an air of confidence, Baron lifted the cup, his voice deep and commanding. Another incantation fell from his lips, resonating through the forest like a sinister chant. As if answering his call, the blood within the cup began to bubble and churn violently. The once silent night now filled with the eerie cacophony of a dark magic at work.

The witches exchanged looks, their expressions grim as they listened. The silver-haired woman nodded. “This magic is old, dark, and treacherous,” she said, her tone layered with a quiet respect for the dark forces at play. “We will do what we can, but you must understand—dark magic leaves scars. Even if we can extract it, he may not emerge the same.” Arthur’s father clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “Just save him,” he said gruffly, his voice barely concealing his desperation. The lead witch stepped forward, standing beside Arthur. She placed her hands over his chest, her fingertips glowing with a soft, eerie light as she began to chant. The room filled with the faint scent of herbs, the ai

“Now!” They struck together — Killian’s shadows driving into the creature’s heart while Daryl’s blades cut deep into its glowing veins. For a moment, the snow lit up with both colors — red and blue — before the thing collapsed in a heap of stitched flesh. Killian stood over it, panting. “You’ve been carrying blood magic this whole time.” “Not just any blood magic,” Daryl said. His tone was different now — measured, careful. “That vial came from Varrow’s own reserves.”

"Then what do we do?" "We fight smarter." He pulled out his phone. Started texting. "The plague is divine magic. Divine magic can be countered with older magic. Silverblood magic." "You can cure them?" "Maybe. If I channel enough power. But Sera..." He looked at me. "It'll cost me myy blood, strength and it might not work." "Let's try anyways." He called Helen. Explained the plan. She arrived twenty minutes later with supplies. "This is insane," she said, setting up a ritual circle in our living room.