Lavender Blood Lyrics Novels & Stories

She can’t be far – just a few yards from the path – so I walk as quietly as I can in the direction the song is coming from. As I draw nearer, I can hear the words more clearly. Once again the threads pull tight A promise made, an oath to keep Rivers of song creep through the night Flow like the bloodlines she must reap. Hurry dear one, time is late Slay him lest he steal your heart Lay his wretched soul to rest End the cycle at the start. We’ll feast upon an apple red And dance upon the silver shore I’ll twine a red rose in your hair We’ll be together ever more.

Lyra’s POV The High Priestess drew a dagger made of obsidian stone and, with one swipe of the blade, slit her hand open, dripping the blood onto the floor of the stage as she began to sway and chant: “By silvered night and blood-lit sky, By ancient vow that cannot die, We call the veil, we part the seam, Between the flesh and sacred dream. Moon Mother, watcher of the bound, Hear now the breaking of the ground. From sacred light and shadow spun, Reveal the truth of two made one. Let fate be bare, let silence shatter, Let hidden souls no longer scatter. By lunar flame and sacred sign, Unveil the bond that dares defy time. If heart meets heart by fated thread, Let glowing marks be clearly sprea

After she finished, Livia stepped out again. “It’s ready, Mr. Adrian.” She gave a slight bow, gesturing politely. “Please, go ahead.” Adrian let out a breath. “Add lavender liquid.” “Oh.” Livia nodded and went back in. She looked at the row of bottles and picked the purple one. Reading it slowly, “Lavender…” She dropped a little. “One… two… three…” Then stopped. “Is that enough?” Adrian looked at her flatly. “Where is your logic? That much water and only three drops?”

Dry and crisp with notes of green apple and wideflower honey, with just a slight bitter aftertaste that I attributed to the expensive vintage. I'd already drained half the glass. “Dance with me,” Liliana said urgently. But her voice sounded strange now, like she was speaking through water or from the bottom of a deep well. Everything looked foggy and gradually, I began to feel... wrong. The ballroom tilted slightly. The music became distorted, like it was playing underwater. My limbs felt heavy, disconnected from my thoughts. "Something's wrong," I tried to tell Liliana, but my tongue felt thick, the words came out slurred.

She was so close to me that I could smell her lavender scent. I felt another pang of hurt in my chest. I looked away from Lyv – afraid that the pain I tried so hard to hide away would resurface once again. I cleared my throat, thinking about what she said. “What do you mean ‘so this is what a royal blood's powers are’?”, I watched the cloud in my cupped hands dissipate slowly, leaving nothing but emptiness. In the corner of my eyes, I could see her lean away from me, pursing her lips and looking down. “I never knew a royal blood could slow down time.”, she waved at her surroundings.

“This… this is a part of your story, Amelia. A story that even I didn’t fully understand.” I felt Levi’s hand on my shoulder, steadying me as I tried to process what he was saying. “What do you mean?” I managed, my voice trembling. Alpha Cedric leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant, as though he were being transported back to a time long ago. “I was on patrol, years ago, when I encountered a woman… She was running, terrified and covered in blood. She carried a child—a baby girl, wrapped in a red cloth with an emblem sewn into it. The emblem of the Red Lycan Family.”

She knew: if completed, no return. Wind whipped her hair, blazing in moonlight. “The Age of Blood ends here,” she said softly, “and I’ll be the last to carry it in my heart.” As she crossed the crumbled gate to the Blood Sanctuary, a blood drop fell to stone — spreading like an opening petal. In the crimson glow, an ancient song rose — cursed souls’ hymn. Behind, Lucien raised his head to the fractured moon. A cold wind pierced him, carrying Evelyn’s whisper — distant, faint, but never gone:

Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

The vampire chuckled as she saw them. “Really? Lavender sunflowers?” She asked. I nodded. “Also known as the Dead Man’s flower. Powerful enough to hide any scent known to man.” She scoffed and shook her head. “Impressive, but still. You’re wasting your time,” she said. She tried to wriggle free from the chains once more and then burnt her, the sizzling sound splitting the silence. She groaned in anger. “Son of a….” “Ah ah ahhhh,” I said, waving my finger.

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”