Blood Altar Blood Magic Novels & Stories

Of course. I did not answer. My tongue was still haunted by the memory, the taste of the Alpha’s blood. Rich. Addicting. Dangerous. “I apologize,” the Beta said stiffly. “It was a mistake of the servant. We never intended to offend you. Here.” He extended a glass filled with thick, dark crimson. “This is what should have been served to you. Drink.” With clenched teeth, I accepted. My throat burned with thirst. I had purged most of what I had taken earlier, and the hunger gnawed viciously at me.

I whispered the first words of the ritual: “Blood of Luna, blood of destiny, bind her.” The vial cracked open. Her blood spilled like molten ruby. It hissed against the stone. Magic rushed through my bones, searing, burning, reshaping. Something inside me screamed. My veins glowed black beneath my skin. A surge of laughter ripped out of me. “It begins,” I whispered, trembling violently. “It finally begins.” The wind circled the altar. The ground shook once and the Forbidden Land accepted my offering.

“We can’t stay. The wards upstairs are destabilizing. Whatever you used to open this place—it woke the castle.” Amalia nodded. “We seal it. Now.” Alina swallowed. “Blood and intent. The old way.” Casius frowned. “Explain.” “Magic this old obeys bloodlines,” Amalia said. “It knows who protects truth—and who destroys it.” They cut their thumbs. Blood shimmered silver as it touched the carved threshold. Alina whispered, voice shaking but unyielding: “From false blood. From traitors. From greed—let the truth remain unseen.”

She started muttering something and at the same time, she is using her both hands to draw circles in the air The imaginary circle turn into a magical crystal ball as it sparkles golden light. As the golden crystal ball grows widers, her muttering increase the more and it reach to a point where she open her eyes with a great force and her eyes turned into golden colour staring at the golden crystal ball She has finally break into Alexis soul and there she heard tiny voice talking to Alexis. It sounds as Lucien voice, it looks like he is trying to talk to her through their mate bound which is not active in Alexis spirit but only his

But right now, my main focus was reaching the cellar, where a combination of musky air and the metallic tang of blood greeted me. As I enter the room, the coppery smell of blood hits me like a wall. The floor is slick with it, and I struggle to keep my feet steady as I approach Cal’s limp body. His breathing is shallow as I leave footprints along the floor, making my way over to him. “Cal?” My voice is barely a whisper, but he doesn’t respond. I focus my magic, calling for bandages to wrap around his wrists where he has been bleeding profusely. The white fabric materialises in my hands as I frantically wrap his wrists, but it quickly becomes saturated with deep red stains. I keep wrapping, h

The voices of Sacred Blood ancestors who were slaughtered long ago. They echo inside my head, scraping away at my sanity. “Blood must be repaid with blood, Maeve… slaughter them. Rip out the throats of those dogs and drink their master’s blood.” “Shut up,” I hiss quietly. I close my eyes while continuing to pour silver energy into the shadows. The longer I continue, the colder my body becomes. Just a little more… come on, you can do this, Maeve… A large burning hand suddenly grabs my wrist. Alaric forcefully pulls my hand away from the snow.

Kinsley said as she pulled her long dark waves into a messy bun and away from her face as Liam ran into the room with everything Weaver sent him for, clearing off a portion of the desk so he could set them down, quickly moving and setting the candles down in 5 points around the room. “The magic is attacking his soul, eating away at it, much like a necrosis.” Weaver looked concerned as they cracked the seal on the jar and dumped some of its contents into the mortar and pestle and then grabbed the athame and held their hand out to Kinsley. “You have the strongest magic and blood magic is stronger than them all.”

Different types of questions started popping up in my head. “You are right. There is a blood magic aura surrounding her and If we can’t save her on time, then It will get worse. Blood magic is so rare nowadays because there are only a few blood witches left in the world. The alphas who are after you really loathe you otherwise, they wouldn’t go to these extreme lengths,” She said and gave me a pendent.

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

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.