Blood Of The Daedra Romane & Geschichten

After all, if they were they were without a flaw, why would they have accepted another as their lord? This weakness was silver. Unless one possessed silver – the only mineral that was poisonous to them – a Blood Daemon will never die. Breaker had died exactly because of this. You see, Davies had attacked the unfortunate Undead with Dark Shadow’s weapon, unaware that this weapon contained silver in it. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to kill a Blood Daemon if their vital spots were struck, and there was nothing more vital than the head and the heart, was there? In a sense, Davies had been lucky. After all, it was merely a fluke that he had murdered with a dagger that was not his own. T

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

"There is still work for you to do." Day Three Droplets of dark red blood fell like tears from the gash in Dagmar's hand to land with a soft dripping sound on the skin over Kade's dormant heart. Each droplet fell in time with the chimes of the clock as Dagmar muttered the words of the scripture, she had just spent all day painting on Kade's corpse. With each sentence her gravelly voice grew in volume, the words filling the small cottage.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “He saved me.” “Maybe. But people who can do that kind of thing so easily… they usually aren’t just nice strangers.” I rubbed my face. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll be careful.” “I will.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Because the second I closed my eyes that night, all I could see was Dmitri—blood on his knuckles, eyes like winter, voice low and rough when he said my name. And I wasn’t scared.

bleeding? Draven, what in the goddess’s name have you done? Diana wasn’t just a girl. She was a blade sharpened by secrets and sorrow, a weapon I forged in fire, honed to carve a rift between the twins, Kael and Kelvin. With her, I could splinter their fragile brotherhood. With her, I could collapse the Draven legacy into a pile of ashes beneath my feet. I turned toward the massive, floor-length window. Outside, twilight bled into ink-black night, and one by one the stars blinked awake, unaware of the carnage blooming beneath them.

Every damn word screamed Black Court. I hated it. I hated how much Daeira’s hands trembled as she traced over one page. I hated how Riven’s jaw flexed like he wanted to kill someone just to get the taste of this filth out of the air. I hated how quiet Draken had gone, that wasn’t a good sign. And I hated how my own gut had been knotted since I’d seen the words blood oath in one of those ledgers. “We need names,” Daeira said, her voice sharp enough to slice through the unease. “Leaders. A location.”

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

Seraphine gasped in horror. "Alaric discovered the body himself later that night with Daven's scent all over her. He saw red and attacked Daven. Their fight was brutal. In the end, our father buried the incident but Daven and Alaric couldn't stand being in the same room with each other again. Daven's behaviour never changed and a few years later, no one was surprised when our father chose Alaric as the crown Prince. Alaric was the strongest, nicest and most compassionate person I have ever met, he knew about my background but he still treated my like his blood brother. Daven was displeased when Alaric became the king, he had always had his eyes on the throne. He challenged our father's choic

But as she turned to climb back up, the air behind the wall shifted an exhale, ancient and deep. Dust drifted from the carvings. Somewhere inside the stone, something stirred. The Sleeper was not a myth. It was waking. And the Blood Kingdom would never be the same again.

Without his guidance, she would be lost, vulnerable, and exposed to the darkness that awaited her. Marcus delved into the arcane, deciphering ancient symbols, translating forgotten languages, and unraveling the mysteries of vampire mythology. He poured over ancient texts, consulted with other scholars, and conducted arcane rituals, all in an effort to understand the Crimson Zone and its secrets. He spoke of ancient rituals, of blood magic, of artifacts of immense power, and of the delicate balance between the mortal and the immortal. He explained the history of the Blood King, his rise to power, his reign of terror, and his ultimate downfall. He revealed the secrets of the ancient council, t