Novel & Cerita Dao Blood Mage

Angelo's lips twitched with pride and a silver flame-like glow erupted from his hands. "W... what..." One of the mages stuttered then screamed out in rage and began firing crazily. When the other mages joined, Angelo dodged their blows like they were nothing, which only served to anger them. The mages stopped, staring in disbelief as they realized their attacks had been ineffective. Ramona, who was above and concealed by the clouds, opened her eyes wide in surprise. Angelo had such strength. He was so strong that she was at a loss for words. She understood why he was indeed Dalerie's chief warrior.

Damien is first in here and he rushes to her side to check her over and then he glares at me. "She has lost too much blood, we need a blood transfusion." Damien says and looks at Aziel, refusing to look at me. I am still sitting on the floor trying so hard to remember where it had gone wrong. "Okay I can give blood, since I am a dragon I am a universal donor." Aziel say and nods. "Great and your blood holds a lot of magic. This should help her but when I do this you might feel some dizziness. I will try to rech her mind and connect the two of you." Damien say and starts to pull out needles and tubes.

Blood. Blood magic. My lips part, my mouth dropping open. Blood magic is very dark magic. Only a few witches in Moonrise get to learn it, and Maeve was one of them. “Why did you do that to him?” I shout. “Because he’ll drop dead if he ever lets any harm come to you,” she rushes out, opening the door. “Go, Logan. Go to the temple and secure a priestess for tonight.” He looks at me, but Maeve clicks her tongue at him.

Prince Zhao let out a wet gasp of agony as his ribs fractured, his body rocketed backward across the deck like a cannonball, skipping off the steel plates four times before crashing violently into the outer barrier wall. "Argh!" Zhao coughed up crimson blood, struggling to stand, his silver hair wild and matted. His celestial dragon pride refused to accept reality. "Impossible... no surface wolf possesses anti-magic of this magnitude... what are you?!" Dominic didn't answer. He walked forward slowly, his heavy boots echoing on the metal floor with the steady cadence of a grim reaper approaching.

Cade hadn’t left my side, his grip firm on my hand as if anchoring me. Then she entered, the mage. The same woman who had examined me before, her presence heavy, eyes burning with secrets she had carried too long. She studied me in silence for a long moment, her ancient gaze sweeping from the locket on my chest to the faint violet sparks still licking at my fingertips. The air thickened, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Finally, she spoke. “It has surfaced,” the mage said, voice like steel wrapped in smoke. “The blood you’ve been carrying all your life, child. The blood your wolf fought to bury.”

ALEXA'S POV “Mr. Morgan is not my type, just as I'm not his type. This was just a mistake," I said, and I saw how his face turned cold, with his eyes as dark as an abyss and emitting a deathly aura. He looked so wicked and dangerous, yet so handsome, like a dark angel. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me intently. He took in slow and calculated breaths, clenching his fists and releasing them. I realized he must be trying to calm himself down and not flare up at my words.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

Damien walked to where Maggie now stood in front of us as she held the cup in her left hand and the dagger was in her right hand. Maeve remained seated as she continued to look at me, but I didn't even spare her a glance. I couldn’t, at least not until Maggie was done with the spell. “This is going to hurt,” Maggie informed us before she began chanting a spell and pointed the dagger upward. After a few seconds, she then asked Damien to stretch forth his palm to her and he did without hesitation. “Malus Fini Bindum,” Maggie began chanting this continuously as she used the dagger to cut Damien's palm, making it begin to bleed.

the physiker asked, her tone going cold and flat. “Well technically it is not blood magic, so to speak,” Kiri sighed, rolling her eyes. “Dilo is not the one drawing on blood to boost her own magical ability. It is only being used as a clean and unblemished medium that will be familiar to Rex to allow his natural defences to lower enough for your healing magic to help cleanse enough of the poison his body cleanses the remainder itself.” “You’re trying to sell me on a technicality,” the physiker said with a scowl, putting her hands on her hips defiantly.

the woman replied with a humming sound. Levy then gulped and asked the guardian, “ Are you really certain that my blood is superior to yours maybe you are making a mistake?” “ That cannot be so, the magic which the black mage used last night is a long-forgotten magic of transferring half the soul of a person into that of a voodoo doll, that magic had been sealed by the guardians because if left unattended in the hands of the dark witches, they will certainly create chaos without restraints. For him to perform that magic, it only means that he had the blood of a guardian witch, if not —— a strand of hair or nail would have done the deed, there was no need for him to work so hard to get your b