Blood Of Sargeras Wow Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, even if we weren't meant to be together, I knew that if Sariel died, a big part of my heart would die with him. I watched the scene before me with my breath held. I had seen Sariel daring Draven's black beast to come at him, and once the wolf got close, he had been swinging his claws, shedding its blood. He was precise and spiteful. Even if Draven's wolf scratched Sariel's chest a few times, it didn't decrease the power of the Vampire King's attacks. I could see that Draven's blood was boiling within his furious beast. Finally, the black wolf stormed at Sariel, fueling his rage with a thundering roar. Sariel smirked, waiting for him, then he ducked at the right second, lifted th

“Your mother and father went into hiding, protecting you until the day of your birth. But even then, Freya was there. Watching. Waiting. It was the reason your parents gave you away to protect you. And it is she who has haunted your steps ever since.” Silence pressed against me like a physical weight. My throat was dry, my chest tight, as though invisible hands were squeezing the breath from me. Thalos lifted his eyes, sharp despite his age. “Serena, your blood is not ordinary. It carries the legacy of the Obsidian Fang, the strength that Freya fears most. But know this, your blood can either bind her forever… or release her into this world without limit.” The words struck me like a blade, s

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

All I could see was red; my mate growled and grunted in anger as she fought off the rogues attacking her. Blood matted my snout. The bullet wounds on my skin were already healing as I finished the last man standing, tossing his head on the pile of body parts on the bloody highway. I turned back to Serena, freezing when I saw a rogue sink its teeth into Serena’s neck. ‘Serena!’ I called out, removing the distance between us as fast as my paws could, then a shimmer of black dust rolled off her white fur, as though the darkness was swallowing her light. The black smoke was thick. Almost like a black tornado had swallowed Serena and the four rogues still standing, ganging up on her.

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.

I asked. “I’ve heard stories of him,” she said softly. “But maybe I can help.” “Really? Thank you so much, Sera,” I said, relief filling me. Sera took a long drag from her cigarette, eyes distant. “There are stories, old, dangerous ones. Some speak of rituals that bind the beast back to the bloodline, not wipe it clean. Others talk of bargains that cost more than life.” “Can it be done?” I asked. “Maybe. But not without the Fang,” she said. “The Fang isn’t a tool for saving. It’s a blade for judgment.”

What kind of dark magic was this? The creature shrieked loudly and Serena had to cover her ears with her hands despite the pain in her chest. It flung her again and she crashed into the door. She coughed out blood and groaned in pain. Her head was bleeding profusely and there was a steady stream of blood coming out from the corner of her mouth. She looked up and saw a silver dagger in its hand. The creature stalked towards her slowly, its intent obvious.

At some point, when only five specimens remained, the leader of the pack roared to make them retreat. Looking at the panthers running away, Sara nodded in understanding. 'So, it's true that it takes a lot for them to sink in the ground, it's not something immediate.' Reddish Black flames covered her and, when she exited them, she was right in front of the escaping creatures. In the end, the whole pack was vanquished. Sara used the Blood drain spell to kill all the beasts except for the strongest one. She needed its blood for the Body-inscription spell.

The Goddess still gave vampire assistance from witches and warlocks to work against sirens, giving vampire potions and performing spells that weakened sirens. “But it is because of vampires that dragons have gone extinct,” the elder ogre complains. “We are covered with the blood of innocent dragons on our hands and now we are going to contribute to the killing of yet another species.” The enchanted forest was filled with mixed emotions, some happy as they had been prepared for a time like this and were hopeful about the task the Goddess had for them. And some focused as they are gearing up to help their friends, not knowing what is to come and most saddening, with a history that repeats itse

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.