Blood Meridian Wikipedia Novels & Stories

"Blood of the Wise is a very rare wine, Your Highness. It's one of our collection, but we only have one..." Fear was evident on Orion's voice but he sounded like he was implying that he can't give it to us because it's the only one. "I'm willing to pay. How much?" Demitri got something on his pocket, a pouch of gold I suppose, and it fell down before Orion's feet. "We can give you more if you want. Just give us the wine," Prince David said.

This was probably the best shower she'd ever had. As she showered the dirt and leaves and blood off, she thought about what Evander had told her. If no one could break his curse, what was he supposed to do? What was she supposed to do? Her mate was one of the most powerful wolves in history, and his kingdom was uninhabitable. Somehow, it was still a better option than ending up back with her father and brother.

What a twisted, moronic, merciless curse it was, made by dark magic that was just as mysterious as being a vampire. “I’ll update you once I get a breakthrough,” Mera stated once she got enough blood specimen in her tubes. She stood up and placed them inside her valise. “It is a waiting game now,” Cord remarked.

Meredith works frantically on Briton. Dragon bone poison spreads faster than before. Multiple wounds. Too much exposure. "He's not responding!" she says, hands glowing with healing magic. "I need pure dragon blood. Now!" "Take mine," Jamie offers immediately. "You're too injured. It might kill you both." Meredith looks desperate. "Where's the vial I gave you?" "Used it during the fight." Jamie's panicking. "There has to be something!"

Devin affirmed, digging into his jeans pocket for his phone. “Now what about Mercedes?” I raised another sour topic. Devin paused with his phone in his hands. He gave me the focus of his eyes and related, “Her blood has turned black. Penn diagnosed her with bloodline rejection syndrome. Although she’s conscious and can think normally, the effects of the cursed spell reduced her to severe paralysis. She still can’t speak or move her body. She’s a dead end.” “And your bond with her?” I queried, pulling my brows together.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

She had to be human. There were a rare few humans like Merari- their origin unknown, but those rare few possessed one common element; each human in some way involved gold blood. It was a shock to the system seeing her shapeshift as she did, let alone possessing such power to stop my transformation in its tracks literally. She truly was an enigma, Merari Van Doren.

Bloodmoon Merlot, especially designed by fermenting the Merlot grapes with the berries and herbs grown in the coldest region of the North. That's the only thing that could get a werewolf high. And high was what I needed the most tonight. It was made under the rule of my grandfather and ever since then, it has been a source of major income for the North because it is supplied all over the werewolf world and the demand is ever-increasing. It is indeed the greatest invention and promising asset of the North. Settling onto the couch, I poured myself a shot, threw it back into my throat, and welcomed the burning sensation. It was so strong that I could literally feel it sliding down my esophagus

It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires. “Fourth, the Bervels. Bervels can control the weather. They are the fourth strongest in the vampire clan. They can change the weather easily. You can tell if a vampire is a Bervel if they have attractive blue eyes. And don't make them angry, you might just be hit by a lightning bolt." Weather? Hmm... sounds interesting. I want to meet someone.