Blood Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

Even as I step forward, and the moss gives way beneath my boots. At our feet, the altar emerges from the earth like the spine of something ancient. The stone is cracked and rough, carved in unfamiliar runes. Some of the runes are glowing now with a faint greenish pulse. Blood magic. Old magic. The kind that doesn’t just take. It demands. We circle the altar slowly. My fingers brush the damp stone, tracing the etched script that coils around the base like a warning—or a prayer. The first lines are clear: “When darkness rises, only the light may drive it back.

The last two symbols glowed brightly, their light pulsating in time with the dragon’s roars. “Life and death,” Althea whispered, her hands hovering over the runes. “This is it.” She hesitated, her eyes darting to me. “Priscilla, this pair requires a sacrifice. The magic won’t activate without it.” “What kind of sacrifice?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. Althea’s expression was grim. “It has to come from you. Blood magic. A piece of your soul.” My breath caught in my throat. “What happens if I do it?”

“Before you continue your charade for help, let me complete my story. So now, the vampire tried to save your mom even though he was in darkness, almost losing his senses. He tried to fight it hard to save your mom, but I killed him with his fangs and his blood splashed on my body. Elisa cried, she cursed me and then took his hands, dug his claws in her heart, and picked it out. That's how your mom died, because of her stupid mistake and now here I am trying to rectify the mistake.” “Oui,” I muttered in pain. “Your mom could still be saved. I could have saved her with magic but she chose to end her life. I could not bear to see your mom dead so I resorted to meeting the Devil, Lucifer, and th

Alex and Jemma craved immortality with evil magic, drinking the blood of the newly dead and turning them into evil spirits in ugly forms. Jay helped me collect it in a jug. Alex screamed with an echo that filled the sky in the moonlight. Then it stopped as his veins were severed. Our hands were already covered in the blood of humans who failed to gain immortality. After filling the jug, I crawled to Brian and grasped one of his hands tightly while the other grabbed the arm of the man I loved, Jay. We held each other, closed our eyes, and recited the soul-controlling spell in my grandfather's book.

I refuse to die here. Gritting my teeth, I summon the last of my power. Blood magic. Forbidden, deadly. But I do not hesitate. With a guttural snarl, I tear open my palm, smearing my blood upon the air itself. A portal, unstable, vile, rips open before me.

“If you touch her using my blood… she won’t break. She’ll burn. And you won’t be able to put out the fire.” “But a raging fire is easier to steer… than one buried deep,” the Watcher replied, raising his hand. Blood magic began to swirl. POV: Mina “I feel it,” I whispered, shivering suddenly, even though there was no wind. Halvar turned. “Feel what?” “Something… someone. My blood... it’s pulsing.” Zehra stiffened, glancing at Halvar. “You think they—” “They’re using blood. But who did they capture?” Halvar muttered, his brow furrowing.

“Okay Argon do not let Anyone get to me if you must throw them in the vortex in the spell they will be consumed by the magic“ he nodded I looked to the other mage and she gave me a wink and pushed her power into me. I started to fight the barrier trying to break it down but it was so thick it was going to take a minute for sure. I started ripping through the spell left and right but to no end it was draining . Then I thought of something Falcon had said of her magic and blood. I looked around and saw a screw and pricked my hand with it and pushed the blood out the pain from the sting of it pricking me was little to nothing but it was a weird feeling. I spelled my blood with my magic making m

His Anabelle could not stand the loss of innocent lives but this sorcerer could do it with the raising of one arm, without breaking a single sweat. "Listen Amaris, let Anabelle go and then you can do as you wish with me," "I have zero interest in you but your mate is a different case," Amaris cooed with a smile. The room turned into absolute chaos after that, Anabelle's lips started moving as Amaris started chanting a spell and Jaxon was sent to the wall once more and Letty was beside Anabelle's body. Letty cried out because she could feel arms around her and yet there were no arms. Alec tried to move his body but it was like someone was holding him on the floor, he felt so useless as he wat

These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back. And I’m standing in the middle of a room that’s a shrine to the girl my brother killed. My fingers go numb around the folder I’m holding. There’s a keyboard pushed into the corner, sheet music piled on top of it and scattered on the floor around it. Some of the pages have notes written in the margins in handwriting that’s not his, loopy and young with little hearts drawn next to certain sections. Her handwriting. The air feels too thick to pull into my lungs properly.

It was staining my clothes, and tainting the couch, and slipping into every place it could find. “ Kneel there, and don’t look behind. ” Alpha Alaric commanded his warrior. The warrior followed his orders and knelt. Once I had filled a quarter of the glass, I handed it to him. He took it, without remorse, without any ounce of gratitude, and walked towards his warrior before handing it to him. “ Drink this. ” He ordered. “ Alpha, this is— ” “ Right now. ” He left no room for argument. The warrior drank my blood while I reached for the next glass. The moment I sensed that my blood started working on the first warrior, I felt a chunk of my life force already slipping out of my body.