House Of Earth And Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am not just a victim in this house. I am blood.

Books about magic, energy manipulation, and bloodline secrets. I pulled out a thick, black book with silver decorations. The title read: 'THE VOLKOV LEGACY & THE STAR BLOOD PROPHECY'. My hands trembled as I opened it. I started reading. And what I found... made my blood run cold. It wasn't just about my parents. It wasn't just about defeating Malakor. The book explained that the Volkov family and my mother's family... we are descendants of ancient celestial beings who fell to earth thousands of years ago.

He grew quiet for a minute before shaking his head, “You know what you sound like?” “What?” “A fucking hypocritical bloodhound.” If not that he was driving, I would have punched him hard enough for his hand to swerve off the steering wheel and careen the car over the bridge into the black, icy depths of the canal. He knew how much I hated being referred to as a bloodhound. How much I hate being reminded that I was a fucking abomination. Soon we arrived at the Feeders Corp building. The house was solely for vampires of all breeds and was where auctions would be held regularly.

To listen, and to wait. They told me I was born from prophecy. That my mother bled during the eclipse and bore me during the lunar tide. You are Moonblood, they said. One day, the tide will rise for you. And now here I am. The moon shifts and a pulse echoes behind my eyes. Pain lances through my skull like lightning, and I gasp, clutching my head. The world turns red. Not with fire, but with blood. And there’s Rhea, standing on an altar of flame, her arms outstretched and her eyes hollowed to ash.

All The Elders, Evelyn, Raul and Patricia were shocked by the table and cauldron appearing. “What is this jar of dirt for?” Hades asked examining all the things on the table. “It’s Zeus and Typhon’s blood. It’s from Mount Etna; he fought with Typhon before he let him out. Lucifer and Typhon collected the blood so we could use it for the unbinding. I have to separate his blood from Typhon’s but that should be easy.” I said concentrating on the jar. Another jar appeared and started to fill with blood. It wasn’t much. I scowled at the small jar that was only a quarter full. I would need more of his blood for the next part of my plan.

Everything smells like earth and old blood. “What the hell just happened? What is going on?”

Elias smiled. "We don't take the boy. We make the world so dangerous, he comes to us." He turned to the wall. "Activate every sleeper. Every asset. The world goes black. Until the boy begs for light." ~~~~~~~~~~ BLACK HOUSE — FINAL SCENE Aria sat beside Emilio’s bed, writing in The Book of Blood. "The devil doesn’t come from fire. He comes from silence, sharpened by lullabies and watched by gods who mistook hunger for hope." She closed the book.

“By the blood you share with the Moon.” I took a step back. “What does that mean?” He locked eyes with me for several moments before walking to a glass cabinet he had never opened before. He used a silver key that shimmered dimly to open it. The cabinet contained both a collection of ancient books and a slender sword with runic embellishments along the hilt. He retrieved a book covered in deep purple leather and placed it before him on the table. “Sit.” I sat. “This,” he said, flipping to a marked page, “is the lineage of the Lunar Houses. There are thirteen in total. Seraphine’s family belonged to the Twelfth House—Nyxara. A house of shadows, prophecy, and blood binding. Long exiled.”

“OH MY GOD I HATE THIS HOUSE.” From the distance, the House hummed irritably—offended. “Sorry, Brenda!” Samantha yelled. The House buzzed once—accepting the apology. --- Then the hum changed. Turned sharp. Frantic. Panicked. Samantha stiffened. “Lucien. That’s Brenda. What is she saying?” I listened. Varyn House was screaming through the roots of the earth. One word. Over and over. Danger. “Sebastian,” I said softly.