Novel & Cerita Blood Loss Talismans Elden Ring

He and Eleanor kept chatting with other werewolves, as if I was just one of the servants. Then it came to the part where everyone presented gifts to pay tribute to the Alpha. Dylan received many valuable gifts. What I had prepared was a battle bracelet made of pigeon blood red crystals. Such a battle bracelet would enhance the owner's defensive abilities during battles, and I had started searching for it half a year ago. A guest said, “There were very few pigeon blood red crystals like this in the world. It would cost more than a million!” “It must have been bought at an auction, only something this worthy can be used as a gift for our Alpha.”

I closed my eyes, blowing out a breath. "I, Alora Elwood, renounce the deal of Balthazar Kolgrim and Imelda Bloodstone." I gasped as I felt something snap within me, the immense power my mother stole vanishing from my soul. I opened my eyes, locking with Balthazars. His mouth spread into a wide grin, nothing but gratitude swirling in his ice-blue gaze. He pulled out a small silk pouch from his pocket. "I believe we are now even." He said, tossing it toward me and vanishing out of sight. I caught the pouch in my hand, opened it, and dumped the contents into my palm. A small jasper amulet carved into the shape of a wolf landed in my palm.

Perhaps then she would find the courage to reveal her true identity to the world. Everyone around me seemed busy with their own work. I decided to make myself useful and spend more time reading magical books, hoping to find anything that could be used against a yielder of dark magic. I knew there were certain magical talismans that carried power against dark magic. In most cases, this power was locked inside special kinds of stones like diamonds, amethysts, rose quartz, or white crystals. One of those stones belonged to the Alpha King's family. Unfortunately, it seemed that the talisman got lost, and now I was determined to find any kind of weapon against dark magic…

He pulled them to his back in a tight hold. The female mage tried to escape but was blocked by Dilla who had appeared out of nowhere. Germaine saw the talisman on the floor close to the shattered window and edged closer to it. In a fluid move that no one saw coming, not even Ilædùn, Zar's claws extended and he dug them deep into his neck. A gurgling noise came out of his mouth and blood flowed out freely. Everyone stared at the gruesome sight. Germaine used this opportunity to inch closer to the talisman. She grabbed a hold of it. A pulsing vibration thrummed from it, almost knocking her off her feet but she held on tightly to it with her two hands.

Residual magic burns like static in the air, snapping at her skin with each step she takes. She keeps her eyes forward. She doesn’t look back. As she crosses the circle, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small silver talisman, round and engraved with a series of curved lines—ancient runes pressed deep into the surface. The kind that aren’t taught anymore. The kind only passed down in whispers. She clutches it tightly. “Nuvar esthira ven sol,” she whispers. The air shudders. Light swells around her and Lumina—pale, blinding. It wraps around them like a cocoon, rising in a column from the floor. A pulse of heat follows, and then—

“I also find the fact that your bleeding now to be quite pleasing as well. Your blood is so sweet, almost begging me to let it flow freely. But not yet, my little omega, so fear not.” He stood up then and began to circle me before continuing. “You see, as I was saying before, I am destined to be with a woman whose eyes glow purple when she’s casting magic. I know not when she will enter my life, or where I might find her, only that it will happen one day. You are not a wielder of magic, are you, Ayla?” “No, your majesty,” I all but whispered. “I’m a Werewolf.”

“What do you mean ‘sense her’? How?” “He’s bonded to the realm. To its roots. Every tremor in power, every shift in balance—he feels it. And your child… she’s not like others.” He pulled back the velvet to reveal a necklace—silver, old, strung with three bloodstones and a charm that looked like a broken moon. “This will hide her aura,” Elias said. “And yours, too. For now.” I took it with trembling fingers. “Why would you help me? You serve the Circle.”

They had won. Clara lingered nearby, speaking in low tones to a cluster of elders who had gathered at the far end of the hall. Their moon embroidered robes looked out of place amid the practical chaos of bandages and broth bowls, yet their presence carried weight. Tradition still mattered, even after blood had rewritten the rules. A young healer, barely more than a boy with wide nervous eyes, approached Damien with a steaming mug. “For strength, my lord. Elder Rowan brewed it himself. Willow bark, nettle, and a touch of moonroot to steady the shift if it comes too soon.”

I sat across from him, my hands clenched in my lap. “The blood moon is amplifying the curse,” Gerald began. “If nothing is done, the beast will consume him completely.” My stomach dropped. “There has to be something else,” I said quickly. “There is,” he replied. “But it requires power. Strong power. Enough to suppress the beast.” His eyes met mine. “You have it.” I swallowed hard. “My blood?” “Yes… and more than that.” He leaned forward slightly. “Your kind… and his… there is history there“ He went on . “ The Black Talon and the Amber Claw packs have a history that goes back centuries. It’s in your blood. “

“Talia?” Talia stepped in, smudged fingers tucked into her belt. She smelled faintly of singed herbs; sometime in the grey hour she’d clearly been working. “I’ve woven three things we can actually carry without looking like we’re draped in charms,” she said. She tapped three small bundles on the rock—twisted cloth, each embroidered with a crooked hook. “First, these,” she said. “Ugly little ghosts. If someone tries to draw a circle under them, they’ll eat the shape from the inside out. It’ll look right, but the power will bleed sideways. Wrong colors, wrong feel. It won’t hold.”