Elden Ring Blood Of A Maiden Novels & Stories

“When your name is called, come to the stage. A single drop of blood is all it takes.” Oh good. Just blood magic in front of a thousand people. Casual. One by one, students stepped forward, pricked a finger, dropped their blood in the cauldron, and watched as the smoke rose, each color matching a house. Red for DracoVanth. Violet for NoctiShade. Green for Venmire. Silver-gray for Vargheim. Then....“Lila Gerrick.” “Eeeeeeeek!” Lila squealed, bouncing to her feet. “Wish me luck!”

“I don’t need your darkness. And I don’t belong to the past you want to resurrect.” Jade’s face twisted with rage. “You think you have a choice?” She thrust her hand forward. The dark wave slammed into Lila. But instead of consuming her, it shattered—splitting around the aura emanating from the locket. Sparks of light burst in every direction, searing holes through Jade’s conjured shadows. Jade staggered back, clutching her wrist. “No—no, that’s impossible,” she whispered. “Elara’s bloodline shouldn’t be this strong. Not without—”

He calmly smiles as he listens. “The loop of six.” Emie started, drawing a pentagram of time as she chanted the spell for him to see it for himself. “Winona Bell. The perfect doll is made from the blood of the Maiden, the blood of her creator, and another one. The doll that gave birth to a soul that should not exist. A gift that was given to the Maiden, and soon becomes the child that the crowns took as their child. Her memories are sealed. I want you to open it, Carlos.” Intrigued as he is quenched with the knowledge that is more than what he expects. He smiles, cunningly at that moment, as he asks.

It led deep beneath the hall, to a door of black iron bound with silver runes. The beast’s chamber. The door was sealed with seven locks—each a different metal, each keyed to a different bloodline. Elara drew the star-iron dagger. Pricked her finger. Let three drops fall onto the first lock. It clicked open. Second lock—vampire blood from a hidden vial. Third—her own, mixed with wolfsbane. The door groaned inward. Inside was darkness absolute, and the smell of ancient hunger. Something shifted in the black—a vast shape, breathing slow as continents.

Alexander The sanctuary glows with ethereal light as final preparations for the ritual unfold around us. Moonflower essence pulses in its crystal container, an otherworldly blue-silver that matches the bond between Lyra and me. Mother moves with practiced grace, arranging ceremonial objects in precise patterns while Elara adds the final touches to the circle drawn on the polished stone floor. "Positioning is critical," my mother explains, placing the vial of Karina's blood at the circle's northernmost point. "Bloodline connection to counter bloodline interference."

"All this time... you had Moonborn blood?" "I didn’t know," she said quietly. "I never felt... different. Not until the bond. Not until you." "Because the bond awakened it," Elandra said. "The Crimson Fang knows this. That’s why they’ve targeted you so relentlessly. Your blood is the key—to unlocking or destroying the seals that protect our world." A pulse of blue-white light shimmered across the altar. Then, a low rumble beneath the stone. The floor cracked open at the base of the altar, revealing a hidden chamber below, lit by soft, pulsing orbs of lunar energy.

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid... a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

I saw my mother’s handwriting. Then, I saw the eighteenth name. It wasn't written in ink. It was written in blood. Amara of Silver Ridge, the entry read. And underneath it, a final note from my mother. The fated mate is the sacrifice. The chosen mate is the key. But the eighteenth name is the lock. To bring the Moon back, the lock must be broken from the inside. "Amara, don't!" Zuri’s voice screamed through the network. I looked at the Dorian-shard driven into my chest. It was vibrating at a frequency that was beginning to dissolve my own bones. The Moon Goddess wasn't waiting for me to become her. She was waiting for me to destroy the last link to the bloodline.

Bind the debt in blood and bond. Garrick lifted a silver chalice from the table. Inside was a mixture of moon-blessed water and a single drop of Elara’s blood, taken earlier by the healers. He poured it onto the earth at her feet. “By moon and blood, the tribute is chosen. Elara Thorne is marked for Silverthorn.” A ripple went through the crowd. Some wolves bowed their heads. Others wept openly. Then came the gifts. Pack members stepped forward one by one, offering tokens for her journey.