Bloody Slash Elden Ring Location Novels & Stories

Chapter 33 – Call from the Blood Sanctuary Ritual drums thundered through Valenfort’s core like a colossal heart beating. Each strike thickened the air, staining the sky crimson. Deep in the Blood Sanctuary, Evelyn walked heavily, cloak drenched in blood, gaze so cold ancient souls bowed. Once the pure-blood ancestors’ holy site — now ash and bone. At the center: a massive altar carved with forbidden runes. Upon it, the “Blood Heart” pulsed like a living creature, radiating seductive, deadly red light.

“If Necros wants war, he’s going to get it.” “But on whose land?” Ilara asked, scanning the peaks. I stared at the jagged horizon. “Where’s the Sanctum?” Solen pointed to a ridge of broken silver stones. “There. Beneath the Temple of Frostfang.” The wind howled through the cliffs, carrying with it the scent of blood and ash. We climbed. It took hours—through snowdrifts, crumbling stairways, and ancient wards that bit at our skin. The magic here was old and sacred. It didn’t welcome us.

Saelith began, “is older than the werewolf bloodline itself. It lies deep in the Forgotten Vale, a cursed place untouched by light for over a thousand years. Only the bearer of the Golden Flame can pass the threshold.” Elizabeth nodded. “Then I’ll go. Alone, if I must.” Lucian’s snarl was immediate. “You will never walk into shadow alone. I go where you go.” She turned to him, heart swelling. “Then we walk together. Into whatever darkness awaits.” The journey began with six.

*“The shards are hidden in places of power. The twins must unite them.” “Silas is gone,” I say, my voice breaking. “How can they unite them now?” The shadow flickers. *“The bond between them is stronger than the Shadow’s grip. Trust it.”* --- **The Search Begins** The first shard lies in the heart of the Bloodfang territory, buried beneath the sacred oak. Selene kneels, her hands pressed to the earth, her glow illuminating the roots. “It’s here,” she whispers. The pack watches as she pulls the shard free, its obsidian surface pulsing with faint light.

Their blood mingled, a dark red mixing with the shimmering silver of Sora’s hybrid state. "Open it," Sora commanded. Aidan pulled a small, black drive from a hidden pocket in his tactical vest. He tapped a sequence into the side, then pressed Sora’s bleeding thumb onto the scanner. The drive hummed. A holographic map bloomed in the dim light of the meat locker, showing a network of tunnels beneath the Northern peaks. "The Iron Grave," Elior whispered from the doorway. He looked pale, his eyes wide as he stared at the map. "I’ve heard stories. That’s where they take the Shifters who don't survive the initial turn. It’s a mass grave."

Leo asked, his face turning pale. Elara looked toward the glowing sphere in the distance, the beacon of the United Cities. "More than you have, Leo. We need the Primal Marrow-the original source of Liquid Silver. And according to Sarah's maps, the only place it still exists in its pure form is in the Catacombs of the First-Born, right below Halloway's office." The Shattered Peace

“There’s unrest. The Iron Circle is gathering again. Not openly but in whispers. There’s talk of a weapon. Something drawn from the wreckage of the Rift.” The mage added, “And worse. The Hollowed magic isn’t dormant. It’s moving. Infected bloodlines are surfacing. Wolves with no memory of how they turned—just hunger and shadow.” Lyra crossed the chamber, stopping before the long table where the Accord’s map lay stretched. Her fingers traced the old border of Nightshade, then drifted east,toward a place that had been abandoned for a long time. “There’s an ancient burial ground in the Silverdeep Valley,” she said. “My vision at the Archives—it showed me a shadow rooted there. A failed ritual.

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

Alisha let the crystal clear water of the pond caress her feet. It was refreshing and reassuring. Her animal instinct and hearing had led her there, a small mirror of water hidden among a dense cluster of trees to the east of the mansion, within the alpha's grounds. Perhaps Sergei did not know about that marvel because if he did not, she would declare herself the owner of it.

He turned mid-air, slammed Lucian to the dirt, and howled so loud it made the birds scatter from the trees. The pack went still. Lucian, bleeding, let out a bitter laugh from the ground. “So it’s true.” “What is?” Lucian looked him in the eye. “You carry her blood too.” At that same moment, Evelyn stood in the precinct archive room, staring at an old map tucked between two folders. Red ink circled an area outside the city. A place her father had marked “HOLLOWMOON.” Behind her, Reyes spoke quietly. “If you go there… there’s no going back.”