Romans & histoires Blood Of 1000 Virgins

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

She paused, pulling back a bit to watch the color drain from my face. I swallowed hard. "I hear you're a virgin?" she continued, as though that was the most casual thing to say. "He doesn't care about you or your silly emotions, He will take you like an animal. He will fuck you bloody," she said flatly. A shiver ran down my spine, fear made my entire body tremble like a leaf in a fierce wind storm. She stepped back but clung to my hand, smiling as though she had just shared the most normal thing in the world.

After she finished, Livia stepped out again. “It’s ready, Mr. Adrian.” She gave a slight bow, gesturing politely. “Please, go ahead.” Adrian let out a breath. “Add lavender liquid.” “Oh.” Livia nodded and went back in. She looked at the row of bottles and picked the purple one. Reading it slowly, “Lavender…” She dropped a little. “One… two… three…” Then stopped. “Is that enough?” Adrian looked at her flatly. “Where is your logic? That much water and only three drops?”

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

As a right-hand man, Al is indeed Rai's confidant, he is the only vampire who is trusted to look for food. Rai can indeed drink the blood of anyone, whether female or male, young or old. But, he prefers to drink the blood of a woman who is still a virgin. Not without reason, virgin blood has a very sweet taste and a sweet aroma, just like honey. This is what makes Rai love their blood. However, the problem is that it is difficult to find women who are still virgins. This is the Silver Forest. With the vampire legends, virgins were usually reluctant to come here.

“For bringing one life back, you’ll lose another life close to you. So do you still want to take that risk?” Damon swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. “Yes. I still want it done.” “Bring her body,” the elder commanded. Damon rose, lifting Anna’s lifeless form from beside him. He carried her gently to the center of the circle and laid her down on the cold ground. Her pale skin seemed almost luminous in the dim light filtering through the trees. “The blood of seven witches who are virgins will be needed,” the elder stated firmly. Damon’s mother stood, clutching a cup and a knife. She moved among the crowd, her steps quick and purposeful, and returned minutes later with the cup brimming with da

Akshara could hear the gossips from the people inside the room she stays in. “It’s quite normal about forgetting after she reaches here. But something doesn’t fit the logic?” “What are you blabbering, spit out.” “When we have tested our purity, our types of blood was red. But hers is different, it turned out gold yet she is a virgin. How is that possible?” “If the initial blood colour changes, it is considered as an impurity. She might learn some dark magic to hold her virginity.” “Keep your volume low, she is chosen.”

Luka waited for the virgin’s retort as the virgin was sitting in her sight, wiggling her two feet and biting her lips. “You will not die, indeed. But your sacrifice will pay you more than a double. We can make you a famous, bright new star and popularity is your middle name…” Luka smirked. The virgin looked into her eyes and Luka saw unspoken passion, flame, and lust sparking in the virgin’s innocent eyes. The virgin inhaled. She paused for some seconds before she nodded her head. Luka smiled. “Now, show me your right palm, my dear…” The virgin without any hesitation opened her right palm. Luka put her dagger from the table and scratched the palm of the virgin with her dagger to take some of

Adrian said softly, “I knew you were marked. Tagged. Chosen. Once a vampire develops interest in a human, they don’t stop until they have what they want.” “Why me?” Jenna whispered, hugging herself. “I’m nobody. I’m not rich. I’m not important. I’m just—” “A virgin,” Adrian finished. The room went silent. Jenna froze, her face flushing with shock and humiliation. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” she snapped. Adrian crouched slightly, bringing his eyes level with hers. “For vampires, purity is power. Virgin blood is… potent. Rare. Addictive. It enhances strength. Accelerates healing. Heightens senses.”