Elden Ring Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

It had the old-fashioned rhythm of the ancient times. The rusty glove yanked her up flinging her onto a narrow damp shelf of obsidian. Elara hit hard, her breath exploding from her lungs. She rolled onto her side, her fingers tightening around the silver vial. The gold sovereign blood inside pulsed violently casting ripples of light across the ceiling.

Beneath it, a stairwell appeared, descending into a pulsing crimson glow. Vesper exhaled sharply. “The true heart of the kingdom. It’s been hidden for centuries.” Kael touched Elara’s arm. “You can’t go down there alone.” “I won’t,” she said. “But I’m not the same girl who needed saving anymore.” They descended the stairs together, the walls lined with ancient symbols that responded to Elara’s presence—lighting with a soft gold fire. At the bottom, a small circular chamber waited. In the center: a pool of glowing blood. Suspended above it, barely held by threads of light, was a crown made of bone and shadow.

She undid the clasp of the golden chain and held it towards the flames. Truth be told, Lila wasn’t entirely sure how to activate the gem, but she heard that this was a typical ritual for anything spiritual. A witch once told her that she would also need a drop of her blood because the key to anything is Blackwell blood. “You have the pin as well?” Lila asked without even looking at Daisy.

“But we’re not done yet.” Erin emerged from behind a pillar, carrying an ancient tome they had found during their brief respite. “The guardian mentioned a ‘final piece.’ I think this might help.” She placed the book on the ground, flipping through its fragile pages. “It talks about a relic, a heartstone that can sever curses at their roots. It’s supposed to exist in the land of Vorellis.” Lena’s gaze darkened. Vorellis was a place spoken of in hushed tones, known for its unforgiving terrain and the ruthless mercenaries who guarded its borders.

“That’s why we must reach it first.” The tunnel opened into a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in shadow. In the center stood a stone pedestal, upon which rested a single, gleaming fang, its surface shimmering with an inner light. But as they approached, the ground trembled, and the runes on the walls flared to life. A voice echoed through the chamber, ancient and commanding. “Only those bound by blood may claim the relic. Prove your unity, or be consumed by the curse.” Aria’s breath caught as the air crackled with energy. The pedestal split open, revealing a pool of dark, swirling liquid. Elara’s eyes widened. “It’s a blood trial. You must both offer your blood to prove your bond.”

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

“When you rub it three times, you activate it… and the spear will return to your hand.” Her voice carried calmly through the chamber, but there was a quiet weight behind her words. Riven’s gaze lingered on the ring, tracing the jagged edges of the dark crystal at its center. The faint red glow pulsed softly. He rotated the band slowly between his fingers, feeling the subtle weight of the magic infused into it. Seryna’s voice dropped slightly. “And when it does…” Her words hung in the air, heavy with inevitability. “Your cursed blood will merge with it.”

Elowen’s silver eyes seemed to reflect a vision of a cold, white estate—a place of glass and blood. The one who branded you, Triple-Blood, Elowen’s voice echoed like a funeral bell. The one who searches for you now. He did not just want your blood to seal a union. He wanted you because you are the only one who can touch the Heartstone without being incinerated. You are the battery he needs to turn the Stone’s power into a weapon.

Lankko went to another set-up of glass vessels and tubes and opened a stopper to let some of the glowing blue liquid drip from a round flask to a waiting glass vessel. Enzir followed the glass tube through which the blue elixir flowed and found a larger vessel where a tarnished gold ring with strange engravings was immersed. It was the magic ring that he seized a few days ago from a trader with elfin features who was trying to leave Alnoc without paying the required fees. Enzir remembered that it was bright gold when he gave it to Lankko. Now, it had lost its luster and had turned to a grayish hue. Enzir was not surprised after seeing so many magic artifacts that he gave to Lankko that turne

Though it won't be helpful against Beelzebub. "I’ll take care of him when the time comes," Callie countered. "And one more thing, you have to keep quiet about this." "And have the Lords after me? As far as I’m concerned, I never saw you." "Great. Do we have a deal?" Ceridwen agreed and picked up a small blade on the table. She needed Callie’s blood and she cut into the fleshy part of Callie’s palm and let the few drops of blood fall into the cauldron. The blood bubbled into the potion, a soupy red that smelled horrible. Ceridwen didn’t bother with a cup and poured the potion into Callie’s bleeding palm making her bit back a scream of pain.