Blood Loss Talismans Novels & Stories

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

"Lydia, you can't push this off on someone else. Maeve isn't like you—she's not an heiress. She wouldn't have the nerve to do such a thing!" As soon as she said that, the crowd turned on me. "Right, Maeve wouldn't do something like this!" "She's always been good to Lydia. Why would Lydia pin it on her?" "Yeah! Only the Lincoln heiress would be brazen enough to do this!" "I'm 100% sure that it's her. She even called the victims worthless! Let's see how she weasels out of this!" Vanessa stood protectively in front of Maeve as if she were guarding a treasure and pleaded, "Please handle this with Lydia. This has nothing to do with Maeve!"

Scarlett said, stepping forward before Caleb could intervene. The warriors growled, but Caleb’s warning glance silenced them. Scarlett knelt beside the stretcher, pulling out a small silk pouch of crushed moonstone and a fresh talisman. She could feel the hostility of the room pressing in on her, a thousand wolves waiting for her to fail so they could justify her execution. She didn't use a brush this time. She hummed a low, vibrating frequency, a mantra of purification, and pressed the moonstone-infused talisman against the pup’s forehead. “By the breath of the mountain and the silver of the moon, let the shadow depart!”

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.”

Beside her, John moved with quiet purpose, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back, grounding her amidst the rising chaos. The talisman she carried an intricately carved pendant pulsating with an eerie sapphire light felt heavy against her palm. It was the last relic left by Seraphina, the priestess who had vanished into legend decades ago. And tonight, as the blood moon crept high into the sky, its power thrummed stronger than ever. “Elijah said when the blood moon rises, the truth will no longer be hidden,” Sarah whispered, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it.

As if she had always belonged to them, and they to her. Kira stumbled forward, hand over her heart, eyes wide in something like awe. “What are you doing?” she breathed. Tessa opened her eyes, and they were silver-fire bright. “I didn’t mean to. It’s... happening on its own.” Marcus didn’t kneel again. But he bowed his head low, whispering like a man who had just witnessed divinity made flesh. “The Bloodlink,” he murmured. “The old rite. Lost since the Second Moonfall.”

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. “

rosemary, juniper, bay and mugwort that I need for casting the circle and creating the sachets for the baths that Damian and I will take for the next 3 evenings. I combine the herbs in the correct quantities and imbue them with my intentions as I grind and mix them. Filling 3 sachets which are placed in the pocket of my cloak then sprinkling the rest around the edge of the circle while repeating the phrase ‘a new era has begun ancient hex be undone’ all while envisioning a hex free future. Amylia hands me the matches and Storm places the crystals on the table that is serving as an altar. It is just past sunrise as I start placing the crystals around the circle…I pause as I hold one, it’s bl

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.