Novel & Cerita Mage Of Blood Homestuck

“I mean, I thought you didn’t ... err... couldn’t drink human blood.” “I cannot... should not... drink human blood,” Magdalena explained. “This woman wasn’t a human when I drained her of her blood. She was an animal; a monster. Even so, it was necessary for me to call upon my ancestors to transform me so that I could tolerate the tainted blood that needed to be drained.”

Cade hadn’t left my side, his grip firm on my hand as if anchoring me. Then she entered, the mage. The same woman who had examined me before, her presence heavy, eyes burning with secrets she had carried too long. She studied me in silence for a long moment, her ancient gaze sweeping from the locket on my chest to the faint violet sparks still licking at my fingertips. The air thickened, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Finally, she spoke. “It has surfaced,” the mage said, voice like steel wrapped in smoke. “The blood you’ve been carrying all your life, child. The blood your wolf fought to bury.”

Almirah released a heavy breath before continuing. Vampire mages? They were the mortal enemies of saint mages. According to old horror stories, it was long ago on Celestia, specifically on Sacerus, when a certain virus plagued the kingdom, attacking human brains, and it turned some saint mages into viscous monsters. Then, the innate magic they possessed gradually changed into Blood Magic and they called these monsters as vampire mages. Saint mages of Sacerus asked for help and reinforcement from other kingdoms of Celestia and together, they banished these vampire mages until their last blood. More than that, I don't know anything. I heaved a deep sigh and returned my focus on Almirah.

The moment the blood touched the soil, it pulsed faintly, as though sensing the power coursing through me. With a sharp motion of my wrist, I began weaving the spell. My hand moved gracefully, tracing intricate patterns in the air above the blood. The magic felt raw and alive, a current of energy that surged through my veins as I focused my intent. A tendril of light rose from the blood, swirling upward like smoke caught in a phantom breeze. It expanded outward, reaching through the fabric of the world as if seeking Andromeda’s essence.

Crescent's p.o.v I noticed Maggie’s presence behind me, I quickly tossed over a little bottle to Luna, the bottle contained the only thing that could end Kovie's existence, Maggie's blood. Maggie used her witch's dark spell, to create foggy like hands which strangled me, she raised me above my feet. Her eyes glowed in pure darkness, unleashing the other part of hers which she hid from me, her real truth. “Hey boyfriend” she muttered menacingly.

I called it “Tuesday got really, really bad.” The metallic scent of blood was everywhere, mixing with smoke from our burning homes. I remember touching my mother’s cold face and asking her to wake up, please wake up, because I didn’t know how to work the stove and I was going to starve. Kids, right? Even in trauma, we worry about the weirdest things. That’s when they found me, four boys and their father, Alpha Magnus of the Elxra pack. The youngest boy, Kael, who was barely older than me, took one look at my tear-streaked face and announced, “Dad, can we keep her?”

They don’t understand what I am. I walk to the vanity mirror. It’s an antique, the silver backing tarnished with age. Perfect. I bite the inside of my lip until I taste copper and let a droplet of blood pool on my tongue, before smearing it on my finger. Then I draw a single line down the center of the mirror. It’s not a spell. It’s a frequency. A resonance using the blood magic that binds the Faction together. I stare into the glass. Not at my reflection. Through it.

He struggled against the shield, his face pressed close to it, and I could see the hatred and pain swimming in his eyes. “You’ll only make things worse, Ashton! Stay down before you ruin everything!” Alice spat back at him, her voice sharp. Maggie didn’t care about them; she had already rushed to Jade, her arms out as if she could physically pull him back from the darkness clinging to his body. The wraith’s shadow crawled up his chest, fingers stretching toward his throat, and Maggie screamed, her voice breaking, “Let him go! You hear me? Let him go, damn you!” Her desperation tore through the air, and I stepped closer, shaking my head because I knew pleading meant nothing to a creature like

Noah finished for Levy who nodded with an aggrieved smile. She wrung her hands and said to Jacob, “I am really sorry but I had no other option other than to turn you into a half-mage.” A guardian witch and mage could create their own servants by sharing their blood with humans or any other creation that had their own minds and thoughts. Including animals.

Because the bond is already flaring, unstable, vicious, like it might snap its own spine if pushed too hard. My wolf whines. Mine. Alive. I force myself to breathe. Slow. Controlled. Then I see them. Faint. Ugly. Purple bruising circles her wrists, not from iron… but from magic that tried to enter her blood and failed. Something inside me fractures. Survival should never look this expensive. Rage rises so fast my vision darkens. If the Moon tries to claim her again… I will teach the sky how to bleed. The thought is not metaphor.