Blood Of Maiden Elden Ring Novels & Stories

She turned the obsidian shard on herself, slicing a deep, jagged line across her own chest, right over her heart. ​The blood that sprayed out wasn't red. It was pure, molten gold. ​It hit the Black Throne, and the entire palace groaned. The purple pillar of light suddenly turned a blinding white. The Feral King let out a scream of agony as the golden blood began to overwrite his dark ritual. ​"What are you doing?" the creature shrieked, falling to its knees. ​"I'm not opening your gate," Elara gasped, her vision fading as she collapsed against the throne. "I’m... I’m changing the locks."

“He only herds them. He cannot fully control them. But if he finds the formula inside that archive… your uncle could do anything.” A chill instantly crawls down my spine. “We cannot let Uncle Garson open that room, Dorian,” I say. “Relax. He won’t be able to do it. Not without you, Maeve. Because only Sacred Blood can open that door.” “What is Sacred Blood?” Alaric asks while looking between Dorian and me. “Oh, you didn’t know, Sword Bearer? Your Maeve carries silver blood known as Sacred Blood. She is the only remaining key left in this world.”

“I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.” The healer’s gaze darted between them, calculating. “It may require both of you,” she admitted finally. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a slender dagger, its blade etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the torchlight. “Royal blood can only be stabilized by blood sacrifice, carefully balanced. Her veins reject ordinary blood, but the energy of kinship, bond, or fated ties may hold her lantern steady.” Marcus stiffened at the word fated. His eyes slid to Raine, then to Colin, wolf bristling with the thought of anyone else’s blood touching her. “Then mine. Take mine.”

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

“And what does that have to do with me?” The Bloodsmith at her left, a woman with a voice as sharp as steel, answered, “You, Lady Gaia, are a descendant of the ancient bloodlines tied to the Moon Goddess herself. Your blood carries the purity we need to restore the heartstone’s fragment to its former glory. Without it, Dreadfall—and all who live here—will crumble.” Her breath caught. “You want... my blood?” “Not all of it,” the silver-eyed elder assured her, though his tone carried little comfort. “A ritual. A small sacrifice to save countless lives. You would become a savior, a legend.”

The war room in the Southern Spire was thick with the scent of stale wine and iron. Maps of the Seven Kingdoms were spread across the obsidian table, held down by heavy stone daggers. But Malachi wasn't looking at the maps. He was looking at the glowing white petal he had placed in a crystal vial. It was the only piece of Elara he had left. "The elders say the Gate can only be opened with a blood sacrifice of equal weight," General Thorne said, his voice hesitant. "But we don't have a Primal source, Sire. Elara was the only one."

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Mikhail steps closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, as she presses the blade against my skin and runs it across my palm. Blood wells up and drips into the chalice... a deep crimson taints the gold of the cup. The wound closes and the last drop of my blood drops into the chalice. Elder Merope lifts the chalice high toward the sky, her eyes reflecting the glow of the moon, even as the eclipse keeps it hidden. She lowers the chalice slightly and takes the dagger again. Without hesitation, she slices her own palm, the scent of her blood mixing with mine as it drips into the cup.

Her beautiful eyes closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as she covered Miren's eyes. Then, all of a sudden, there was a blinding light that flashed through the air, and the sharp knife pierced through Drake's heart. A river of fresh black blood began to flow, and within the glimmering darkness, there began to appear minuscule golden particles that were brimming with magic. A peculiar liquid began to emerge from Drake's body, and this liquid was the most valuable thing that a royal vampire could possess. Miren's hand became drenched in blood as it gushed out from the wound.