Bloodstained: Ritual Of The Night Platforms 소설 & 이야기

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.]

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

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.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to be made entirely of ash, but it was hard beneath her feet, like stone. She took a few steps forward, letting her fingers trail against the wall. A shard of the black crusty material bit into her finger, causing her to jump. When she looked at her hand, it was bleeding. A stream of scarlet dripped across her fingers and onto the ground near her boots. She was in the Blood Moon portal. But why?

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.