Elden Ring Maidens Blood Novels & Stories

She was the fair maiden with the slender physique. “Elder, the Lord also asked that we bring the creature here if we could,” Marie, the dark skinned woman with enviable curves added onto Eva’s words. Unlike the elder their tones carried no hints of playfulness in them. “Eva and Marie – the Blood Witches,” Aiden’s frown deepened when he discerned the identities of the women following after Elder Sand.

Her presence was surprisingly comforting. After a few minutes of silence, a knock at the door broke the calm. I grumbled in annoyance, motioning for Emmeline to open the door. A maid entered with my dinner, bowing before me. "Greetings, my Lord." I waved in response, and she set my food on the table. As she worked, I caught the scent of a blood witch. How could a blood witch be a maid? They were the most powerful witches, known for their longevity and bourgeois lifestyle. They possessed the ability to see visions and the past, helping them navigate the world.

“It's just a drop of blood; the location will be more accurate.” I nodded in agreement. “Blood of Stars, Red Trail, With a drop spilled, I unleash the magic that reveals the trace of the lost.” Elara began the enchantment, dripping my blood onto the ground, where it slowly rose, twirling a necklace of wooden stakes. “May the scarlet essence map the steps of those who wander among shadows, guiding them through the symphony of blood, until they find those seeking redemption in the purgatory of wandering wolves!” The floating necklace pointed forward on a path we did not yet know.

The room was also protected by magic spells that ensured the safety of the artifacts and prevented any unauthorized access. Derek couldn't shake the feeling that one of them was lying, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who it might be. His eyes eventually settled on the second maid, Olua, who had been brought to the royal arena from the Blood Moon Pack to be an additional handmaid for Aurora..

Then, through our link with Aria’s magic reflector, we saw it; Enchantress Mara had found Maybel and Elira, trapped in that dark formation. She shoved the container of blood into Maybel hands, whispering the instructions we’d given her. But the witches were watching. The moment she finished speaking, they caught her. “Damn it!” I slammed my fist into the wall, the stone cracking beneath my knuckles. The image of Mara screaming as she was dragged into the shadows burned in my mind. But at least… she had delivered the blood.

--- The Blood That Remembers Greta laid out three bowls: Moon water Salt Bloodroot ash The air thickened. “Your birthright isn’t just power,” Greta said to Lillieth. “It’s memory. The ember your mother hid carries history.” Lillieth’s breath tightened. “Show me.” Greta nodded. “Give me your hands.” Draven stiffened. “If she gets hurt—” “She won’t,” Greta snapped. “But she has to see.” Lillieth placed her hands palms up over the bowls.

Instead, she looked at Elara. A tear rolled down her cheek. “My daughter.” Clover’s heart raced. “No.” The woman looked at her. “You don’t understand.” “Everyone keeps saying that.” Clover’s voice became cold. “Then explain.” The woman slowly walked down the castle steps. “My name is Elysia.” She stopped several feet away. “I am the first mother of the Fifth Bloodline.” ⸻ Nyx stepped forward. “Elysia…” Elysia looked at her. “You brought her back.”

My sister is dead, it doesn’t matter what was used to do it, it doesn’t stop her from being dead. “It’s the fact they weren’t healing and…” Feray tries to finish her sentence but can’t seem to get the words out. “All the blood,” I say emotionlessly. “What?” asks Arthwin. “When uncut diamonds come into contact with our blood, it acts like a poison. Renders us near human and liquefies our blood causing it to pour from every orifice. That’s why there was so much blood,” I say. I can still smell her blood all over me as it dries and sets into the fabric of my clothes. I can feel it in my hair. There was so much of it.

Blood drips from the side of his neck, but it’s nothing serious. Handing my sword to Eldris, I toss the wedding band to the ground and open the locket. There are two women in it. A blonde with animated green eyes, and she holds a little girl in her arms. I pull out the picture and toss it to Eldris. “Have Remis search the villages in Eldora. Kill them on sight.”

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r