Novel & Cerita Blood Meridian

She leaned on the wall. " Luna. Come on. Hold on to me." Mercedes heard Crystal's voice sound muffled. Before she could say anything, she felt her body lose strength and her vision went dark. She fell unconscious. Crystal let out a panicked scream as she tried to shake her awake. Mercedes could hear Crystal's cries fading into the distance as she succumbed to darkness. Even though she was incapacitated, her heart felt at ease. She wasn't useless. Her blood could heal, and it would be a great changer for times of need. She can help save the lives of the people she cares about.

She shook away the memories as she pulled up to the packhouse, the lights flickering, welcoming her back. She ran up the steps and through the massive entrance, the smell of jasmine hitting her again. She needed to remember to ask Irina what it was. The sound of chatter from the living room drew her down the hall to her right, past the showers and the gym, the hallway opening up into a sunken room where a U-shaped sofa and colossal TV screen took up most of the space. In the left-hand corner was a pool table, and on the right, a mini-bar. She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room.

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

“The truth will drown before it reaches daylight.” He touched the sphere. Light flooded the room—cold, silver, absolute. Every shadow flattened. Each councilor felt the faint tug at the base of the skull as the city’s ley-lines adjusted to the coming surge. It was like the drawing of a collective breath, enormous and perilous. Meroth released the sphere. The light dimmed to a steady pulse. “See?” he said softly. “The Cradle listens.” Tareth’s voice came rough. “That wasn’t listening, Meroth. That was hunger.”

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"We go to soire. Pay homage to the moon goddess, and officially tell her our plans, and after we come back we plot." He cleared his throat, his brows arching darkening. "The men came back yesterday evening. The place where the kids are has been confirmed but we need mercury energy to get in considering the high dose of black magic that has been detected there." "Mercury energy?" The words left me before I could even process my thoughts. "Haven't heard of that before." "It's only tapped by a unique bloodline in the star wars. It's a unique energy, neutralizes dark energy and reduces it to the barest minimum. The men have reached out to the bloodline and they have agreed to help us with one."

"Name your price, Jonathan. Buy the donor out." ​Dr. Sterling finally looked directly at me. His eyes were completely unreadable, cold as steel. ​"We don't need to buy anyone out, Mr. Vance," Sterling said, raising the screen to display a detailed blood typing ledger with a single name highlighted in deep crimson at the bottom. "The donor is already in the building." ​I looked down at the screen. ​Seraphina Cross Vance. HLA Match: 99.4%. Status: Immediate Compatibility. ​A cold, paralyzing weight dropped directly onto my heart.

“I’ve already started to reduce the dose of medication that is sedating Mr. Cenk and Mrs. Yilmaz. They are both stable enough to come out of their induced comas, but we won’t know the extent of Mr. Kincaid’s and Mr. Ozan’s injuries until they regain consciousness. The arrowheads did some intensive damage to one of Mr. Kincaid’s lungs and punctured the right coronary artery of his heart.” I curtly nod my head as I gently rub the sides of my temples, seeking relief from the relentless migraine that has clung to me for more than a week and a half, ever since my men and I faced the ambush at the warehouse and the chaos of the mansion under siege. I was overcome with worry and driven by a desire

He inhaled again, deeper this time, letting the scent flood his dead lungs. Blood. But not like any he'd tasted these past few days. It carried notes of petrichor and fire—like rainfall sizzling against hot stone. Sweet, but powerful. Innocent, but riotous. It ignited every nerve in his body like lightning crawling beneath skin. Lucien stood, slow and deliberate. A tremor pulsed beneath the marble floor, awakened by his sudden hunger. “Who bleeds like that?” he muttered to himself in the dark of his room, his voice hoarse, as though speaking threatened to undo his control.