روايات وقصص ضمن Blessing Of Blood To Phantoms

I bit down hard, tearing into my own skin until blood welled up. Lifting her head, I pressed the bleeding wound to her lips. “Drink,” I murmured. “Please, Viv. Just a sip.” She didn’t move. I leaned in, breath shaking, and began the chant. Old words. Forbidden. Passed only among blood-sworn wolves. The Blood Awakening. My voice trembled as I called out—to the moon goddess, to the spirits, to the wolf-blood ancestors. “By my blood, I bind you. By my will, I raise you. By the pack, I restore you.”

Their eyes glinted in deranged neon ruby-blooded tone while they conjured the powers from within and whispered enchantment. “Tu, sanguis sacer, qui per venas mortalium fluit, da mentis et actionis suae potestatem. Sanguis sanguinem poscit, sanguis eorum manus imperet ut pares occidunt.” When they uttered the last words of their enchantment, the sigil of same red neon tone as their eyes projected in the air above us. Direful, vexed charcoal clouds which were bestrewn above us were speckled heavily with bloodied mottles which would occasionally spit few ominous bolts of ruby thunder they absorbed. Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them.

Then her phone rang. She blinked and reached for it on the bed. The screen showed: Uncle Mario. She hesitated, then answered. “I hope you love everything,” his voice came through, calm but heavy. Amara froze. She didn’t expect the gifts to come from him. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.”

As the blood slowly collected, I heard Miaka’s voice from behind me. “Oh great Lord of the Underworld, protector of the dark, this blood we offer you as a sacrifice for the joining of two souls. May they forever be connected by this bond of blood, by the bond of matrimony. Bless them with your holy powers oh Creator! Be their guide, their protector. This I ask of you as your disciple, as your daughter. May your guidance be with us, forever.” Suddenly, the branch around our wrists began to glow with a blinding light and several gasps sounded all over the room. I covered my eyes with my free hand until I could feel the redness fade.

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Old Mia steps back, the shock is evident in her eyes. The rage I feel begins to intensify, threatening to consume me. “You´re responsible for the death of hundreds of people, including people who I love.” As I move towards her, I feel this power coursing through me. “Your time ends now, oracle.” I look at my hands and I witness the red aura enveloping me. What is this? “It can´t be. You are blessed by the Blood Moon. Stay back! Don´t come any closer.”

x-x-x-x The northern wind sent shivers down the blood alpha’s spine. Blood dripped from his arms from all the grazes he got, but the light from the talisman his right hand was holding continued to emit did not waver. Closing his turbulent blue eyes, Alpha Dylan chanted the incantations as per Diana’s instructions. Runes made of the glowing hue of azure and silver started to encircle his body—draining his body of strength bestowed by the Moon Goddess herself. The moment he opened his eyes, he came face to face with the looming leader of the phantoms. The temporary barrier made of ice and water stretched around the northern coast, kilometers away from the alpha of the Blood Claws Pack.