Blood Of The Daedra Novels & Stories

The blood moon looms closer, its crimson hunger already seeping into our bones like poison. ​We lost so many. Good warriors torn apart by silver claws and unseen witch snares, their scents fading into ghosts within the link. Reed had walked beside me the entire trek back, his usually sharp steel scent completely soured by grief. His hands were stained dark with blood from dragging Keira's body out of the cavern. Her arrow-pierced throat was a messy, desperate kill he had whispered through tears. Kael hasn’t spoken a single word since our return, her silence an eerie, terrifying void against my side.

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *

Prince Martin formed two large spears from the land, then Prince David supported it with a strong wind force so it would fly towards the dragon. Joining his brothers, Demitri advanced. A bow and arrow made of crystalline water suddenly appeared on his hands. He then positioned himself and shoot. I stopped breathing when I noticed that his first shot hit the leg of the dragon! 'Water might look not reliable, but it actually can be used a very good weapon,' Raja said. "Good shot, bro." Prince David smirked. "Wait. He healed himself?" Prince David went back to being serious when we heard what Prince Martin said. I looked closely at the dragon yards away. Just a moment ago, I saw a bloody wound

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”

Dacre Grendel let out a sigh and she stated, “Those vines holding the door contain blood..blood of his loved ones. Those who he held dear. He is entrapped in the door due to his own blood. To break out of a spell cast by using your own blood…that is nearly impossible.” I furrowed a brow. “But these vines, they seem to have grown wider and bigger. They are even…pulsating” I said as I looked at the vines intently.

But Gerda merely smiled, soothing her with calm understanding. “Our tribe is known as Drakensblood,” Gerda explained, her voice lilting with the rhythm of a well-told tale. “We are all descended from a single woman, who passed on the gift she received from a dragon. It lives on through our blood.” A glimmer of understanding dawned on Caelia. “Is that why… you can use magic?” she asked, her words muffled by her knees as she hugged them close, remembering Rhyzar’s mysterious ability to heal her.

They continued to speculate about what Elowen was but none of them was certain until the eldest minister spoke. “I have heard about a rare blood called golden blood from my grandparents. I only remember some of it because I was a child, and I thought it was a myth. But if I remember it right, there was a small group of healers thousand years ago and among them was a powerful seer that possessed a blood that could heal anything. It could make a dying man healthy within a day, and a cursed man to be cured.” “That is but a myth,”my mother scoffed. “Surely someone as worthless as that human can't possibly be that important. She might have just a special scent that is completely useless.”

“Then how did a dead man with silver eyes send a bleeding child to your front door?” “He didn’t.” “Then who did?” “The ones who followed him. The ones who believed he was the rightful heir to the Kaine line.” “And what do they want?” He looked me directly in the eyes. “You.” My throat closed. “Why?” I whispered. Drayan answered this time. “Because Drael believed the old stories,” he said. “The ones about reincarnation. Blood memory. Twin souls bound across centuries.” I stared at him. Then at Malrik.

My hand darts to my chest, pulling it away I see blood on my palm but there's no hole there. How can I be bleeding but have no wound? My confusion must show on my face because Lilli looks a little embarrassed. “How?” “After he shot you, I couldn't bare it and I lost my mind a little. Once I shifted, I realised I could save you, by sharing my blood.” I'm flabbergasted. Her blood? Dragon’s blood! Of course, the old legends speak of people being cured by the dragons of old. “So, I’m a part of you now Drake.”