Bloodstained: Ritual Of The Night Platforms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

ALPHA PARTHE. I looked down at the blood splattered across the floor. My blood. Its dark red pools glistened in the dim candlelight, snaking along the intricate lines of the symbols etched into the stone beneath my feet. The ritual was at its final stage, and there was no turning back. Not that I'd want to turn back at any point. If this was what it would take to save her, then I was willing to do it without a second thought.

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

Daphne pointed out and we kept looking into the book page by page. Most of the rituals seemed innocent enough, unless you noticed the use of blood in almost all of them. Moon rituals were supposed to be peaceful, serene…not violent. But the rituals here, the ones we could decipher were mostly the ones that had to do with mating and new beginnings. But why would any of these rituals need blood? It was beyond me and my friends were of the same sentiment. “Shit.” I whispered as I turned the page. “There are pages missing” Some pages right towards the end were ripped out and not in a neat way either. Large chunks of paper were still sticking to the bind and I felt sorry for this inanimate object

“The real ritual’s tied to Raymond’s heart—his life.” My blood runs cold, and Raymond stumbles, light fading. “What the hell does that mean?” I yell, catching him, his body heavy against me. He looks up, eyes soft but scared. “We keep fighting,” he whispers, and I kiss him, desperate, tasting blood and tears. “Damn right, sunshine,” I say, but the ground shakes, and wraiths swarm, stronger, as the blood moon glows brighter.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

Mila’s POV The Red Moon had risen, it’s crimson light stained the sky like spilled blood. It looked creepy and corrupted. I stood at the center of an enormous stone platform. Ancient runes covered every inch of the ground. Thousands of symbols carved by the maniac Bastian, some were glowing red and others black. All of them pulsing with dark energy, this was the ritual site and the location of the Underworld Gate. The place from every vision I had seen. And it was worse than I had imagined.