Legacy Of Blood Book Novels & Stories

“You should have stayed in hiding.” Helena’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, my dear. You still don’t get it, do you?” She stepped closer, unperturbed by the weapons trained on her. “This isn’t about Zane. It was never about him.” Maya’s pulse spiked. Helena smiled slowly. “This was always about you.” A Legacy of Blood Maya swallowed hard. “What the hell are you talking about? Helena sighed, a fake pity on her face. “You still don’t see it. You think this is just some family war? A power struggle? No, darling. This is about blood.”

"Because this dagger does not belong to a student. It belongs to the Blood-Weavers—a forgotten sect of radical blood-mages who used to rule the lower city before the academy’s foundations were even laid." Thalen frowned, his blue eyes narrowing as the information clicked into place. "The Blood-Weavers? I thought they were executed during the founding wars." "History is rarely as tidy as the textbooks pretend," Starwyn said grimly, letting the obsidian shard drop back onto the desk with a heavy clack. "Which brings me to a rather uncomfortable truth about where you are standing right now. Twenty years ago, I failed to protect a student who carried a soul-resonance bond remarkably similar to t

He had always believed they were nightmares. Now they felt… different. Real. “No…” Ethan whispered. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” Victor said firmly. “Your parents were part of the Cross family’s core bloodline. They sacrificed everything to ensure your escape.” Ethan pressed a hand to his forehead. His breathing grew uneven. “My parents…” he repeated. “Yes, sir.” The world around him felt unstable. For years, he had believed he came from nothing. No background. No legacy. No identity worth remembering. And now— a stranger was rewriting everything.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

I took a deep breath and repeated calmly, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you—every one of your bank cards is under my control, and there’s not a single penny left in them.” Nicholas’s anger exploded as he slapped me across the face. I staggered and fell to the ground. The pain on my face, the scrape on my wrist, and the look of disdain on his face— It felt like ants crawling through my veins, slowly gnawing at my bones, tunneling into my heart. It shattered the last shred of affection I had for Nicholas.

Like someone speaking to a wounded animal. "You’re not nothing," he continued. "And I never once saw you as less than me. I never gloated. I never even wanted this life." His voice cracked, and this time, he looked away. "You think I’ve been walking around proud to be the heir to a legacy built on blood and manipulation? You think I like knowing there was a chip in my head and a plan with my name on it, made before I could even walk?" Was a chip? I shook my head. That wasn't important right now.

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

“Do you perhaps know who owned this?” “No, of course not.” She waved her hand dismissing what I said. She looked at the diary again and then sighed, lowering her voice. “But that, my dear, seems to be a blood book.” I blinked. “A… blood book?” “Yes.” She folded her hands behind her back, he tone grave and quiet. “It’s a very old kind of magical artifact. Dangerous to most, useless to many. A blood book is a record that only reveals its contents to its creator or to a direct descendant of the one who made it.”

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

she said, her voice catching slightly. "That's a good start. From here, we can face whatever comes. No matter what, Noah is your son," Alice replied. "But you love Noah so much, too. The fact that we're here now is because of your sacrifices as well," Elena countered. Alice nodded and smiled. "The thing that haunted us is gone. We made it through everything. And remember one thing. Blood is thicker than water. Even though Noah is desperately rejecting Evan, in his heart of hearts, he must already accept that he is his flesh and blood."