Bloodstained: Ritual Of The Night Platforms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Adolph stood aside as Eden walked to the center of the room. A stone platform lifted him into the air. The air stirred as Adolph watched the thick, black pool ripple and flow through the cracks in the stone platform. “What is he doing?” “It’s a blood cleansing ritual,” Caedan said mistily. “It will release every spirit trapped in the pools and cleanse the reservoirs.” Adolph looked at the man, “Including you?” He smiled and nodded, “Including me.”

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

The night sky bled crimson. Above the sacred valley, the Blood Moon reached its zenith, casting an eerie red glow over the lands below. Every shadow stretched longer. Every breath tasted older. It was the kind of night when the veil between legends and truth grew thin. Ava stood at the edge of the Ritual Plateau, the ground beneath her feet thrumming with power. Her cloak had been replaced with ceremonial armor—a blend of silver-etched leather and obsidian plating, fitted tightly to her body. Around her neck hung the sigil of the Chosen: a crescent entwined with a bleeding thorn.

I was done arguing and wasting my time on nuisance like him so If they wanted him in, then so be it but I wasn’t going to let him breathe easily. Tonight was the Ritual Game. It was set in the thick gory woods where dark nightmares came to feast and it's a place where the air reeked of rotten leaves and where the trees swayed like silent witnesses to the sins that was committed beneath their branches. It was a rollercoaster of fear, blood, and pain, one of my favorite things.

The air was always evil, tasting like death. Black vines crawled across ash-white soil, wrapping around skeletal trees. My feet sank into mud that smelled like ancient graves. The wind whispered secrets to me. “She is close.” I approached the altar made of black stone and skulls, its edges slick with past offerings. Silence hung heavy. Even the moon refused to shine here. I held the vial over the bowl carved into the stone. I whispered the first words of the ritual: “Blood of Luna, blood of destiny, bind her.”

It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us. "The ritual begins when the light hits the center of this room," Ronan said, his voice trembling with a dark, religious fervor. "And Zayden? Even if he finds this place, he’ll be too late. By the time he arrives, you’ll be bound to me. And he’ll have to watch as I use your strength to tear him limb from limb."

"I understand." "No." Seraphine's voice hardened. "I don't think you do." She lifted her hand. The crystal flashed. Ancient symbols floated around us. "This ritual requires only one thing." I stared at the symbols. "A single drop of blood." My heart pounded. "From Rowan." "Yes." "One drop." "Nothing more." "It will be enough to complete the ritual." I looked away. "I've already failed once." "You will not fail again." "I..." "You have three nights."

I didn’t say a word. “The Moon Goddess is already here,” Alessio announced, “and she will perform the ritual. You know what happens in the Silent Room. Three days. Three nights. Of pain.” Claire collapsed to her knees. “Alpha Alessio, please! Just this once. I swear—I’ll never disobey again!” Tears streamed down her face. She was a mess. But it didn’t move me. Not even a little. Suddenly, the doors creaked open, and a woman hurried in, her robes dragging against the floor.

He sat beside his mother for a while, taking in the serenity of the garden, before finally deciding to retire to his chamber. He needed to rest in the daytime so that he could be awake at night. When he stepped into his chamber, he immediately made his way to his bed. He sat on the bed at first and was about to lie down when his eyes caught a faint stain on the sheets. The stain was almost inconspicuous. Amilek allowed his hands to reach out to the stain on the bedsheet; he glared at it for a fleeting moment before realizing it was…. Blood! His blood immediately ran cold. What transpired last night? He had thought it wasn't real; he had thought it was a dream.