Ff7 Rebirth Queen's Blood Best Deck Novels & Stories

Rachel said sounding a little worried. “Yes,” Jade said closing her eyes. “What’s the planned Queen?” “Take your mother's hand and cut it.” Jade looked at her mother. “I need to cut your hand, you have to trust me.” “Okay.” Rachel said extending her hand, it was shaking. Jade cut into it, Rachel whined when the blood came out. “Now do the same to yours.” The Queen said. Jade cut into hers, she cried a little. “Now put them together. Blood for blood. Now say sanguis enim sanguis out loud.”

“Then I will take her piece by piece.” The shadows hissed, flickering up the walls like greedy tongues. “And when I take what is mine, when her Guardian spirit is stripped from her body and bound to me, the world will remember that it was I who birthed a queen. And it will be me they bow to next.” The wind howled through the broken windows, and somewhere outside the ruin, the forest seemed to go silent—nature itself recoiling from what stirred within. The Queen moved to the center of her sanctum, where a pool of dark, rippling water shimmered with sickly hues of violet and red. Its surface quivered as her fingers hovered above it, blood magic coursing through her veins, burning hot with gree

"No, I haven't forgotten. Just now....I completed the ritual. He quickly dug his fangs into the Queen's neck as he drank her blood, his eyes glowing red. The taste of it flooded his senses and he moaned in delight, a growl rolling from the back of his throat. The Queen was delicious, so unbelievably sweet. The most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life, he couldn't help but want more. Wanted to drain every last drop from her body but he was not allowed to do that. Blood Link is a special and very ancient ritual of the coven, in which a Moroi Ace who would become King drinks the blood of the current Queen or King to enhance their powers so that they can increase their abilities. The

Show them who we are. My eyes snapped open. They weren't just flashing silver—they were completely consumed by a brilliant, blinding starlight. I raised my scarred right hand and slammed it down onto the stone battlements. "I am the blood of the First Queen," I whispered, but my voice didn't sound like mine anymore. It resonated with a terrifying, layered echo that shook the very foundation of the earth. "And I do not bow to boys." A massive, explosive wave of pure silver energy erupted from my palm. It didn't just counter the relic’s crimson pulse—it completely devoured it. The silver shockwave traveled down the castle walls and slammed into the army below like a physical tsunami.

If I can get my hands on all three, I will definitely rule this world. The white wolf, Summer the so-called queen of wolves is the main ingredient. Then I mix her blood with that of the blue wolf, Aria who is the undefeated warrior of the whole supernatural world. Topping it up with the blood of the last remnant of the human royals, my rejuvenation spell will not fail.

The tears she had squeezed out now hung awkwardly at the corners of her eyes. "Alice, get up now. Hurry and thank your sister for stepping aside," Father urged, clearly relieved. "Th-thank you, Ella!" Alice beamed as she rushed out, eager to bring the good news to Max and the dragon clan. "Girls really do grow up and slip away too quickly," Father joked. But when he turned and saw the cold indifference on my face, his voice faltered. "Ella, among the eligible beast clan heirs, only two remain: David of the peacock clan and James of the tiger clan. I still think the tiger clan would be a better match—better looks, higher status, clearly superior to the peacock clan.

I clenched the hem of my clothes, my palms slick with sweat. Just as my mind was racing and trying to figure out a way to get out of this predicament, a hand with its nails painted a garish shade of red suddenly reached over and snatched the glass of wine. "This wine is so expensive! It'd be a total waste to let her drink it!" Rachel glared at me viciously, the jealousy in her eyes practically spilling over. She acted as if what I was taking from her wasn't a glass of poisoned wine, but her most prized possession.

Her signature wind essence was sealed entirely, her speed slashed by seventy percent. "Peak Fifth Rank?" Butcher rolled his thick neck, knuckles popping like popping beans. His murky eyes raked over Eira, brimming with undisguised greed. "Silver hair... you’re the so-called Moon Queen?" Butcher roared with coarse laughter. "Lord Rhoderick ordered you taken alive. I’ve been needing a blood slave to warm my bed. Your soft tender skin suits me perfectly." He raised his right hand. Swathes of dark energy converged in his palm, condensing into a dozens-of-meters-long dark scythe reeking of rot, swallowing all surrounding light.

she continues, eyes on me, “became a door when your anchor was taken. He’s harvesting remnants. Old spells. Dead protections. Graves layered with power.” “Blood magic,” I whisper. She nods. “Yes.” My stomach churns. Cain’s voice is tight. “How much does that give him?” The Queen exhales slowly. “Impossible to measure.” Ashton’s fists clench. “Then we hit him before he finishes.” “That’s the problem,” she replies. “There may not be a finish.” Silence settles like ash. I step forward, ignoring the way my knees threaten to buckle. “He’s angry.”

she asked casually, as if she were referring to a piece of trash. "Send her to the underground crematorium," I answered without hesitation. "Burn her completely. I don't want a single trace of her left in this world. Dispose of the ashes as well." Eloise, who had once ruled the underground boxing arena as its undisputed queen, didn't even end up with a grave marker. Like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness, she was drained of her last bit of use and turned into a pile of worthless ashes. She had vanished without a trace.