Blood Meridian Chapter 10 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 160 — MERIDIAN’S HEART The city groaned like a wounded beast. Every street, every building, every pulse of Meridian itself shuddered beneath the rising darkness. Riven’s knuckles were white on the crown key, sweat running down his face, his chest tight with the weight of what was coming.

DARIUS’S POV The silver in my blood wasn't just a glow anymore; it had mutated into a fever, a living fire that felt like liquid mercury rushing through my veins and turning my heartbeat into a hammer hitting an anvil inside my chest. It was a suffocating, glorious heat, and I stood in the middle of the hall with my boots planted firmly on the cracked marble, staring at the mercury pit in front of us as it bubbled like a pot of boiling oil, looking hungry enough to swallow the entire world and still ask for seconds.

It’s almost like he wants us to ruin each other just to prove him right. Marcus smiles, warm and reassuring, before pushing himself up from the chair. "It's okay." He moves toward the shelves, fingers skimming over the spines of old books. "Now, about Queen Meredith. I was just about to send this to Bloodthorn, but I decided to wait until you arrived." He pulls out a thick, leather-bound volume and flips through the pages before retrieving a brown envelope tucked inside. He slides it across the table toward me. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands before carefully breaking the seal. The paper inside is stiff, the ink dark and rust-colored: blood.

Dear Readers, I want to sincerely thank each and every one of you for your continued support and for giving Merturned a chance by reading this far. Your enthusiasm and presence in this early stage of the book mean the world to me. I have some exciting news to share with you. As of June 13th, 2023, the recent edits and revisions that were in progress have been approved. This means that any inconvenience caused during this transition has now been resolved. One of the original chapters was quite long, and in order to better fit the story's flow, it had to be divided into two separate chapters. This required some reorganization, resulting in scenes being temporarily missing or repeated.

James’ eyes widened, and he exclaimed, “Oh! It’s working! But I’m not sure how to do this right. Can you get me a map of meridian points?” Lesia did not reply, but a red light quickly flashed in James’ eyes. Then, the map of a human body’s meridians appeared before him.

Tears of mercury ran from every eye, and the sound that spilled from the ruin of her throat was not voice, but memory played backward. The world around them screamed, not with noise, but with meaning. Everything was wrong, the Unplace was folding inward, but not collapsing, as it was becoming aware of thier presence. Time bled sideways, minutes looped, frayed, snapped and restarted. Conversations half-began and unraveled before finishing. Emma reached for water that didn’t exist. Rhea limped on the wrong leg, then didn’t limp at all. Thorne asked a question that had already been answered an hour ago - then denied he’d asked it.

It had begun to crawl across the marble, forming a perfect, miniature circle around her shadow. And inside the circle, a single word began to form in the silver fluid: RUN. If the "mercury blood" is a biological byproduct of their obsession, is it a warning from their own bodies, or is it a message from the child? And who—or what—is currently waiting for them at the Monastery of Ashes? (Watch out for Chapter 61) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts If we reach at least 100 Votes or 1000 Gifts, I will drop a special POV chapter from Dante's perspective during the 'Thirteenth Hour'! Help me break the set! 💎✨

Tell me your version. Meridian When I woke up, I was too tired to say anything. The price I needed to pay had arrived. In the mirror, I saw black eyes. The dark magic hadn't taken hold of my mind, but it had vulnerably taken hold of my body. It was taking me over little by little, and with the gaps in my memory, I felt I was getting weaker and weaker to fight. It was the price of saving the prince; I didn't die, but the dark magic remains with us, taking over our identity little by little and turning us dark. I knew the consequences.

He reread the document and soon began tearing it apart and soaking its torn pieces in the puddle till the paper turned to disgusting goo. His heart was pounding loudly on his chest. He clenches his hands into a fist. He could feel a heavyweight pressing his gut and his stomach started churning, “Who are you?” A question he wanted to ask her right away and this time he wouldn’t stop till he got an answer. MEANWHILE… Alpha Mercimer wakes up from his slumber. His head was hurting, and he thought it was a hangover, unaware that he was drugged. He didn’t think too much of it and slowly got up to relieve himself. His mind is still blurry and his sense of smell is off. Clueless that his precious cu

Blood streamed down along his brow bone. Cecilia froze on the sofa, staring at the vivid red in horror, her mind going blank. Meredith, however, seemed unfazed. He wiped the blood from his eyes with one hand and reached out again, firmly gripping her ankle, his voice steady and unchanged. "Don't move. If the muscle isn't loosened properly, it'll cramp again, and it'll hurt even more." Blood trickled down his jaw, staining the collar of his light-colored shirt a deep crimson.