Elden Ring Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

A vision flashed—Eleanor on a blood-soaked bed, gasping, “Not the pup. The bond.” That night, Elara slipped into the forbidden vault. Dust clogged her lungs as she ran a hand over the cracked mirror. It slid aside, revealing stone steps.​ At the bottom, a silver box glowed. Inside: a locket with a lock of dark hair, and Eleanor’s note:​ Elders poison us in childbirth. They fear what Voss blood does to alphas. The crimson mark screams when they’re near. Run.​ A floorboard creaked.​

Maybe if I send a location to Avisa she will come and rescue me, rather a bad idea, knowing Avisa is not a discreet person she would barge in without knowing anything about this base. “What are you doing?” Odette asked. “Trying to call for help,” I say, rubbing the communication pearl hidden inside my earring. But I do not establish communication because that stupid warlock takes it away. “Wow, excellent idea siren, but that goes against our master so I will confiscate this.” He says looming over the cage, he had this devilish smirk on his face, and man it was ugly, like Avisa would have teased him if she saw it.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

And now, she stood before the two assembled courts, Lycan and Vampire, on the highest dais of Eldoria’s twin-spired Hall of Accord, where no ruler had dared step for over three hundred years. The ceremonial crown rested on a velvet cushion atop a pedestal of bone and stone. It was beautiful. And cruel. Wrought from blackened silver and encrusted with deep crimson rubies, its delicate thorns shimmered like the edges of broken stars. But it was what lay inside, just beneath the inner band, that made the artifact more than a symbol. The enchantment. A protective curse forged by blood sorcery and fate binding: it would only allow the rightful heir, one of both bloodlines, one bound to peace thro

“The Crimson blood is not a curse. It’s a key.” Key to what, I wonder? I flipped through more pages. Elara had been recording symbols, herbs, and moon phases. Sketches of animals with glowing eyes and wolves with runes etched into their fur. Words like “Alpha line,” “blood pact,” and “awakening.” I didn’t know whether she’d gone mad… or worse, whether she hadn’t. A knock on the door startled me. I blinked at it, half expecting another dream. But instead, there she was.

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

Finally, the eldest among them nodded and spoke. “We should test his blood,” she said simply. Riven and I both looked at him. “What for?” I asked. “To be sure,” the Elder replied. “There are... legends. A howl like his only comes from the cursed line—the old blood. If his blood holds what we suspect, then the land will answer it. But if not…” she let the weight of the unspoken truth hang in the air. “If not,” Riven said slowly, “then he dies.”

My breath comes out ragged, my heart pounding as raw rage floods my veins. "Piper! The pots!" My wolf’s voice rings in my head. "They hold Zoe’s blood—her children! If they remain intact, Serena’s spell will kill them completely!" My gaze snaps to the six eerie, glowing pots lined up against the wall. Without hesitation, I launch forward, knocking them down one by one, the sound of shattering clay ringing through the air. A gust of dark energy bursts outward as the last pot breaks, the red mist inside it dispersing like a dying curse.

“You look like the world just slipped through your fingers.” I sat down on the edge of the war table, exhaustion suddenly weighing down my limbs. “It’s Georgia,” I muttered. Lucy stilled. “They say her blood is the key to breaking the curse on the southern packs. The seer called it the Blood of Elarion. Said it runs through her veins. And now… everything hinges on her again.” She was silent for a long time. “Then let me help,” Lucy said, stepping closer. I looked up, surprised.