Novel & Cerita Blood On The Leaves Book

Why was she hung up on this? ”Hey, Lydia,” I nudged her shoulder which seemed to get her out of whatever trans she was in. ”Yeah?” ”Flip the page,” I said and gestured to the book. Lydia cleared her throat and flipped the page. The words were faded to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to read them. There was that branch again only this time it was broken in the middle with thorns sticking out on each side. They were a faded red which seemed to symbolize blood.

Why was she hung up on this? ”Hey, Lydia,” I nudged her shoulder which seemed to get her out of whatever trans she was in. ”Yeah?” ”Flip the page,” I said and gestured to the book. Lydia cleared her throat and flipped the page. The words were faded to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to read them. There was that branch again only this time it was broken in the middle with thorns sticking out on each side. They were a faded red which seemed to symbolize blood.

she said, reaching for the ledger. The moment her fingers touched the cover, pain lanced through her hand. She gasped, jerking back, but it was too late. Blood welled from a tiny cut on her palm, a cut that hadn't been there before, and dripped onto the ledger's cover. The book absorbed the blood like parched earth drinking rain, then it began to glow. Silvercrest runes materialized across the cover, shifting and rearranging themselves. With a soft click, the book fell open to the first page.

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

His face is clear from those wretched silver marks, which makes me feel relieved. My legs tremble as I bend towards the leaf, a wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. Elijah’s hand, warm and assuring, presses against my back in support. I keep one hand on his shoulder, grateful for his help and steadying myself, I reach for the leaf. It lays limp on the ground, its vibrant red color turned black. I hiss as I feel a burning sensation on my hand while holding the leaf. Elijah steps forward to take the leaf from my hand, but I shake my head.

It wasn’t big, but it was heavy and staying in contact with it made my heart heavier. I flipped open the cover, found the first few pages almost illegible as the handwriting had nearly faded to nothing. The pages were frayed at the edges and the paper was a dark yellow, worn from use. I had a feeling that before being banned, the Blood Moon rituals were probably a frequent event. “I can hardly read anything here.” I shook my head. “We need a magnifying glass and better lights.” “We can’t do that.” Both women shook their heads immediately. “Our break in here isn’t exactly something we can brag about. Not to mention the fact that this book is ancient! Who knows what will happen to the book if

I turned the page and found a title that intrigued me. “The prophecy of the blood moon.” I read it out loud but I furrowed my brows when I realized that almost half of the page was torn off. I was about to read the little that was there when the door opened and Angela came in with some omegas in tow. “Good morning Lady Lea, we would like to clean up if you don’t mind.” Angela said and I looked up at her and smiled, putting the book away. “Sure, no problem. I was just leaving.” I said, getting up from the couch.

I needed to bring the temperature of her blood down first. Something to cool her from the inside. Ignoring the murmurs from the judges, I left the fistful of Bloodroot on the cot and scrambled up, moving down the row, scanning leaves I only half remembered from a diagram I’d skimmed weeks ago in a chapter I’d almost skipped because it seemed too rare to ever matter. My head was spinning so hard and fast now that I could hardly make sense of the space around me. I almost missed the icy white flowers tucked into the corner of one of the beds.

Blood trickled down and the brooding man’s nose flared, pulling Leaf to his mouth and licking the blood that dared to pebble around the wound. “Come with us now, and the boy will live.” Gripping my dress at the chest, desperately wanting to scream for help. The vampire that licked Leaf’s olive skin held up his exposed arm. My actions and thinking proved not fast enough when two large fans sunk Leaf’s forearm. “No!” I yelled out. My hands reached as if I could touch the heat of Leaf's skin. Flashes of the Duke sinking his fangs into my arm had my vision spotted in red, but the thought of Leaf kept my consciousness. Leaf’s body was let go and before I could say another word, a hand was put to

I spoke casually to him, not minding if he gets angry. " I'm afraid that it impossible!" He states, and I found myself asking him again. "Why it is impossible?" "How about I show you!" He explains while moving to his room. After a while he came back with the book between his hands, he then handed it to me. The moment I took the book, I noticed nothing weird about it. Well, there was a tiny weird thing about it. on the middle of its cover came a sentence that says. { If you are able to read this, then know that only one drop of your blood can open the book of mystery.}