Novel & Cerita House Of Earth And Blood

"Earth spirits, you who know everything and are all powerful, I beg of you to send your messengers and look for any person who is connected to this blood. Earth spirits, you who know everything and are all powerful, I beg of you to send your messengers and look for any person who is connected to this blood," I chant and after saying it three times, I see the blood start moving. It forms into a ball and the ball splits into three. Then they start rolling around the map and my chants become more energized and powerful. I can feel power swirling in me and light starts rotating on my hands and the blood droplets stop rolling aimlessly and start moving in different directions.

Under my legs, his back muscles are tense, and the insides of my body are coated with a warm liquid. I wince as I slowly closed my eyes. He entered my body. I grasp onto his shoulders with trembling fingers while I continue, because I lack the willpower to make a quarrel over it. The one who can both break me with one false move and pick up my pieces from the ground. Someone can help me recover after the earthquake has broken me apart. When Ethan screams obscenities under his breath in a different accent, I'm still riding my wave. A warm liquid envelopes my inner walls as his back muscles tense up beneath my legs.

The soil remembers its blood. She lifted a hand and the world around them twisted— Fire. Screams. The mountain cracking like bone under pressure. Wolves tearing into wolves. Humans fleeing the forest. And the sky above—bleeding silver light, torn by shadow. In the center of it all, Ember saw herself. Her child. Asher. Julian. Vivianne. Even Aiden. All caught in a storm they couldn’t stop. **EMBER (shaken)** Tell me how to stop it.

The warmth inside me swelled, hotter…heavier. Until my vision blurred at the edges. The weight in my chest was unbearable now, suffocating. The bones in my arms and legs felt like they might split open… and my organs out for the world to see Another crack. Then the dam shattered. The power didn’t flow out… It ripped free like a blood-lusted wolf that had been set free to hunt, an eruption so forceful it wrenched a scream from my throat. The man in front of me howled. His body melted like plastic, flesh dissolving into a pulsing mass of meat and flies.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

"We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw." He set the blade down on the metal tray. The sharp, metallic clink echoed off the bare walls, a sound that made my stomach twist into a tight, sick knot. I watched out of the corner of my watering eyes as his hand hovered over the remaining tools. There were pliers, heavy screwdrivers, and wire cutters. My skin crawled at the sight of them.

They thought of one possibility, and they all together blurted out the same word “ Bringer “. Once Earth arrived at the altar, he saw instructions carved into a stone that says, ‘ Poke your thumb finger with the knife on the altar and drop three blood on the table and write your name using your blood ’ Earth followed as instructed without any hesitation. After he wrote his name using his blood, the letters came alive and levitated above his head then it burned. As the blood burns each letter started disappearing, then he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. The pain felt like someone is carving on his flesh. After the pain disappear, he saw that there was indeed carved on his shoulder.