Blood On The Leaves Book Novels & Stories

She opened her eyes and picked up the blade, holding her thumb above the open pages, she cut it, and red blood trickled down her finger. It slowly pooled into a drop and fell down his thumb, splattering on the pages of the book. The blood was slowly absorbed by the pages of the book and then it disappeared. I waited for something to happen but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, I saw the book move. The dark book of magic began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the pillar. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Gwen threw her hands on either side of her and threw her head back.

"Can I?" Her lips pressed together, but she nodded regardless. I focused my attention back on them, reaching my hand to touch one of them, with deep black leaves and purple veins. Recognition flashed in me almost immediately. "Ravenleaf, right?" I glanced at her, "To stop bleeding?" She nodded, though the slight pinching of her brows showed she was not expecting me to know.

That was the proof I needed, but it quickly became clear that my omega was not done. “I wanted to make sure, so when she left, I snuck into the tower room and there was a book.” A visible shiver ran down the back of her spine as tears filled her eyes. “It was a book of blood magic, and it was open on a spell to take a life!” The omega burst into tears and I closed the gap between us in the blink of an eye.

Just one more week. I wasn't sure if I'd won her heart yet, the sickness was a setback to my plans. I already had plans, already planned on spending every day with her until that day, but it was ruined. Though we still spent time together, it wasn't like I wanted it. I knew I hadn't won her trust completely, or captured her enough to make her not want to live without me. I need to get to work. "My mother used to give me these leaves. When prepared properly, the leaves can amplify blood flow. It's like the perfect blood tonic, working faster than any other." She signed. I nodded.

She wiped more blood on the cover, and just as she predicted, it broke free of whatever invisible chains that had been holding it closed, and opened for her. “Oh my gosh, it opened!” Juliet practically screamed as she reentered the room. Syanna wiped her eyes with the back of her shaky palms as she stared at the book. She had spent days—hours trying to open this damn book. And all it took was a drop of her blood. Why didn’t they think of that before! It was above her. Yet, just as she was about to reach for a page, her eyes started to flutter, her limbs went weak, and the entire world started spinning.

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

“They were words written in this book before, but they disappeared. It is said that it is only your blood that can make the words appear again. I want you to let your blood make it appear" "Alright. Hold the book firmly with your two hands”. I did as Jade instructed, I held the book with my two hands. I watched her bleed herself. Her nails elongated and she came forward, she stretched her two hands to get the book, immediately her hands touched the book, her nails dug into my flesh and I felt dizzy at once, before I could register anything that was happening I passed out.

Only the faint rustle of leaves. I stepped closer to the hedge where I had seen the shadow earlier. The faint scent of earth and dew filled my nose. I reached out, parted the leaves— A soft gasp escaped me. There, buried beneath the roots, was a torn piece of fabric — deep crimson, embroidered with a familiar sigil. The same symbol that was on the cover of the blood book. “What in the world…” I whispered. Before I could inspect it further, a low growl echoed behind me.

Nothing else in my room is disturbed. I pick it up between my fingers, turning it in the light. The leaf catches the glow of the candles, looking almost like it’s pulsing—alive. I let the weight sink into my hands, let it pull up the part of me I keep under lock an key. The color reminds me of the Nightshade forests to the north—where the old bloodlines used to dwell before Camille’s rise. Those forests are forbidden now. Cursed, they say. But I know better than to dismiss things as a coincidence..

It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves. "There will also be a red book like aged blood, next to it will be a light blue diary, drawing clouds." The young woman went after the other books while remembering which books to pick up on which shelves to pick up. The red book had a pungent smell, as if it had been painted with blood and pain. Artemisia felt totally uncomfortable picking up that book, it was as if everything that had happened badly to her and that she had forgotten would come back with force and brutality because of that book.