Novel & Cerita Blood Virgin: Blood Flame

"You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place." I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Are all of these really true? First, I turned into a vampire after I was bitten by Vienna's accomplice. Second, Dad, Mom, and Jaxon are dead. And third, this? That I was born with vampire b

Come to me! I had my group throw incense into the fire that we had burning in the south corner. My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom.

Her ears hurt, and her vision was blurry. She saw shapes moving through the smoke—Elara's compromised security teams, coming to finish them off. This was it. Trapped, outgunned, and surrounded. The conspiracy had finally caught up with them. Then Rowan did something Sera had never seen. He reached for Vivienne because they were connected, and she reached back. Their powers came together—witch magic and vampire strength, which were both stronger because of the bond. The combined force exploded outward, a shockwave that threw attackers like toys. "Run!" Rowan shouted, grabbing Sera. "Now!" They ran through the hole the explosion had created, Vivienne beside them.

“If brown blood makes flame grow, White blood will make it grow so tall it drinks whole lake. They have White blood in trucks, they keep White blood from taken Whites in cold boxes for fire lighting. That is how they burned Mara cabin, with her sister White blood. If Elder Selene uses White blood, black flame will become tall enough to reach village and drink fur roofs and we cannot stop it with just anointing ice.” I knew he was right because I could feel it through moon mark. Moon mark tied my life to his and his life to mine and also tied me a little to Old Oak branch that was burning black flame because I was anointed by Oak and branch was Oak dead body. Branch knew me. Fire knew me. It

I was standing in a field of white fire again, the same place I’d seen before. But this time, it wasn’t empty. The Moon Goddess stood before me, her silver hair falling like water, her eyes calm. Beside her stood the figure of flame — taller, darker, with eyes that burned like the sun. I couldn’t breathe. “Who are you?” The flame spoke first. “You already know.” “No,” I said. “I don’t.” “You carry my blood,” he said. “The fire that can end everything.” The goddess looked at me gently. “And mine,” she said. “The light that can save it.”

I moved like Dad taught me (salt, silver, fire, repeat). Shotgun butt to a jaw, stake through a ribcage, holy water grenade that turned three vamps into screaming torches. But there were too many. One got behind me. Cold fingers closed around my throat. “Sweet blood,” it hissed. “Smells like—” It never finished. Because the girl on the altar screamed through the tape, and the black blood in the bowl ignited. Green fire (impossible, wrong) roared up the chains, into her arms, into the air like dragon wings made of flame.

“You need to rest, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood.” I nodded faintly. “And I need to tell you something… something about the boys. About Cassian….about all of them Raven” I stiffened and nodded at her. “They’re cursed,” she said quietly. “It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.”

Vaelgor remained silent for a moment, and I immediately understood that there was something he was hiding. “What aren't you telling me?” I demanded. My father looked at me with pain in his eyes. “The First Flame isn't only connected to the supernatural bloodlines.” He lowered his sword slowly. “It is connected to you.” I felt the sanctuary disappear around me. “What does that mean?” I asked. Vaelgor stepped closer and placed one hand over his chest. “When your mother gave birth to you, she transferred the living essence of the First Flame into your blood.”

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

How did they even know that I was here? Suddenly, the vampire closest to Amy lunged toward her and in one fluid movement, she leapt down the stairs in a flying side kick and took the vampire's head off with the sickle. Crimson blood splattered down the stairwell and across the wall as his head rolled down the stairs and his body went slack. Suddenly, his body burst into bright red, and orange flames, along with his head and the blood splatter across the walls. Kellen leapt toward the other vampire, doing an overhead front flip, ripping the other vampire's head off. He held the head in his hand, dripping blood, then dropped it onto the floor and it, too, burst into bright red, yellow and oran