Book One Blood 소설 & 이야기

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Levy asked Carla who looked at the book in front of her, seeing this Levy followed her gaze and was surprised to see that a ghostly figure etched on the pages of the book. “ I hope that you have enough blood in your body after being used as a blood bank by the dark ones,” Carla stood up as she walked towards the cabinet which was sitting right next to the entrance of the kitchen and then pulled it open before taking out an old cauldron, some vials which looked older and ancient and some other things as she walked back to the table and placed it everything down.

That was the proof I needed, but it quickly became clear that my omega was not done. “I wanted to make sure, so when she left, I snuck into the tower room and there was a book.” A visible shiver ran down the back of her spine as tears filled her eyes. “It was a book of blood magic, and it was open on a spell to take a life!” The omega burst into tears and I closed the gap between us in the blink of an eye.

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

Damn. “Yes. I see that. Drink.” She commanded. Her words were so close. I could feel her breath fan my face and soon after her cool skin against my lips followed by a warm liquid. She pressed harder when my lips did not move. “Drink,” she repeated. This time I parted my lips slightly, just enough to allow the smallest amount of the liquid in. Blood. Her sweet, intoxicating blood that quenched my thirst like nothing else before, replenishing some of my energy almost instantly like the drug it was. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the arm that pressed against me pulling her into my lap at the same time taking more of her blood as if I was dehydrated. I needed it and she didn’t fight me.

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

“They were words written in this book before, but they disappeared. It is said that it is only your blood that can make the words appear again. I want you to let your blood make it appear" "Alright. Hold the book firmly with your two hands”. I did as Jade instructed, I held the book with my two hands. I watched her bleed herself. Her nails elongated and she came forward, she stretched her two hands to get the book, immediately her hands touched the book, her nails dug into my flesh and I felt dizzy at once, before I could register anything that was happening I passed out.

"You missed your evening curfews, you've systematically dismantled the suite's structural warding, and you are currently bleeding into each other’s nervous systems. An impressive evening's work." "Veyron broke in," Zeyric said defensively, taking a half-step forward. "He had some kind of violet charm—he wasn't even acting like himself. His skin was translucent." "I am well aware of what Veyron was carrying," Starwyn interrupted, holding the dark glass fragment up to the flickering emergency light. "Because this dagger does not belong to a student. It belongs to the Blood-Weavers—a forgotten sect of radical blood-mages who used to rule the lower city before the academy’s foundations were even

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"