Blood Altar Blood Magic Novelas e Histórias

Only the sound of dripping water echoed through the temple. She glanced around. The walls were covered with runes ancient, jagged, almost alive. Some pulsed faintly when she looked at them too long. At the center of the room stood a black altar made of obsidian, carved in the shape of wings. Something about it made her chest tighten. Kael noticed her staring. "That altar once held the seal of the first Bloodbound." Her head snapped toward him. "You said those were legends." "They're not," he said. "This is where she died."

She suddenly spat, her eyes full of disgust as if the very word made her feel dirty. Seeing her stare at me with a mix of pity and anger, I turned to Derek, who looked just as gloomy, seemingly knowing what the witch was talking about. “Blood magic?” I asked when it seemed neither of them was inclined to explain. “Someone is using your own blood against you,” Amanda said, her voice full of pity as she stared at me. Seeing me stare at her blankly, she sighed. “Blood is life’s very essence. In forbidden arts, blood is everything. Someone used dark magic to harm you, child. They have used your blood in a ritual and used it to summon you to Alpha Logan.”

Anna clamped her mouth over his to stifle the sound, her fangs nicking his lip as she began the agonizing process of the Bloodletting. She felt it immediately;the oily, freezing slither of the silver poison entering her system. It felt like her veins were being filled with liquid lead. Her vision blurred, the aurora of the Labyrinth spinning above her, but she held on, her magic weaving a golden net through their combined bloodlines, catching the toxicity and dragging it out. In the dark of the back room, the Alpha and the Hybrid became a single, pulse-point of agony and power, while the old witch watched, whispering names of the dead to keep the shadows at bay.

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.

I came back in the library to get the book, I brought it to my room to read it again even though I'm not sure if it's still blank but I'm hoping to find out more about it and to know how to unlock every pages of it, I think there's a secret word, button or something in it. And to my surprise the first page already has it's content but it's different now from the last thing that I've read, hell! How can it possibly do that? I tried reading it and it says that i can read the whole content in the night of a blood moon which is my birthday. And there are only few creatures that can read it, a destined creature needs to have a hold of this book.

And I know of a way to produce the necessary amount of magical energy: the Blood Ritual. It is a banned ritual, highly taboo. I would have never even known about it, if it weren’t for all the books Ann used to smuggle from the Forbidden Section of the library. The ritual needs blood of two magical beings. It also needs to be performed when both the Altairain moons are full. I will of course be offering my blood. And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood.

“Where did the idea of using blood magic to save the Prince come from?” Calder scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” The Grand Sorcerer never took his eyes off the young Fire Sorceress. “Blood magic is considered a dark art, and as such, the only way to know of it, would be for it to be passed down from an elder Dark Sorcerer. If she was indeed self-taught…” Astasha’s throat felt dry as all eyes fell on her. “It was in one of the books handed down to me from my grandmother. I never knew her.”

I whispered. It was only after her breathing evened out that I finally I slipped away into my office. The stack of research reports I had ordered from the palace librarian sat waiting on my desk. I had asked him to research on every possible way to protect someone against blood magic so he had sent back his results. I opened one after another, eyes scanning until the words struck like a blade: The most effective protection against blood magic is only through a ritual called the sacrificial proclamation. One must loudly declare their life as a precise and targeted shield in the presence of active blood magic. And only after dying—whether by one’s own hand or another’s—that is when the blood m

The moment the blood touched metal, the air split. A deep hum burst forth, and the still needle spun violently, a blur of red light. Alia felt a wave of energy ripple outward from the altar — fine as thread, sharp as static — flowing along the runic channels, through the conduits and crystals, until all of it converged back into the compass. The copper sigils blazed as though molten; silver grooves filled with liquid light, pulsing like veins. The blood was gone — absorbed — leaving behind a tiny, deep-red glow beneath the crystal, like a heart newly awakened.

I walked to him slowly, step by step, until I was face to face with him, his feet dangling, blood dribbling down his chin. “You wanted a sacrifice?” I whispered. “Here.” And I drove the blade deeper with my mind, twisting it until his body split down the center. The altar was sprayed in red. The chains around Ember snapped, one by one, as my magic unwound them like silk. She collapsed into my arms. She was weak, bones trembling, skin cold, but she was alive. Still burning under the surface. I held her close, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in.