Romans & histoires Mage Of Blood Homestuck

She fell to her knees with a loud thud and collapsed on the ground. Mother lifted her head and watched him straight into her eyes. I have heard my mother roaring a strange, foreign and mystic invocation: “Invoco majores meos ut des sanguinem et magica meum in sanguinem meum. Maioris mei voco ut darem heres meam potentia meam cum stillicidium sanguinis mei novissimum effusus fuerit.” He decapitated her by the swift severing of her head from her body with his claws. Her corpse fell, lifeless, and her blood started to soak the earth surrounding it, whilst shadows engulfing her during the fight began to evaporate from her body in the thick air, darkening the night and entwining with the late-nig

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Ysara suddenly appeared with her coven sisters, their combined power creating a barrier of pure energy between Raven and my suffering pack. "Blood mage," Ysara spat with absolute disgust. "Abomination." "Witch," Raven replied with equal hatred. "Self-righteous fool." The magical duel that erupted between them was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. Silver light clashed with crimson energy, creating explosions of power that made the entire compound shake. The sound wasn't just noise - it was inside my head now, vibrating through my bones like someone was playing a violin with my spine.

Candice gave me a small, grateful look. --- When we were alone, Adrian paced the room, his anger barely contained. “We’re dealing with something I only thought was a myth. This isn’t just money or influence—it’s real magic. Blood magic. How the hell do we fight blood magic? I just shook my head because I didn't know the answer to that either, and I had a sinking feeling we were running out of time.

Maggie instructed the maid who scurried away afterward. “Calm down Maeve. Nothing would happen to your baby. The spell she used is just beginning to take its effect. If I do something now I can suppress,” Maggie said and guided me so I could lie down. Damien, Khal, Charlotte, and Alpha Zane came to meet us and when they saw blood trailing my legs, their eyes widened. “Is she going to be alright?” Alpha Zane asked unable to keep his cool. “I know what I have to do,” Maggie pecked me on my cheek and my brows creased.

The coming night twinkled above it making it look almost abandoned with how quiet the castle was. Morrigan chuckled as she shifted as the body stopped moving. The werewolf’s breath rattled to an end as he slumped in his chains. His blood pooled beneath him in a shallow basin that flowed into a large river of blood that ran through the castle and fed the magic of the castle. How painful it would be for Adolph the Invincible to know that the blood of his kind fueled the very barriers that kept her hidden. She smirked. It was a delicious thought. A knock sounded on the door and she glared at the door, hearing the beating heart outside.

Her eyes leaked silver like blood. She jerked away fast. Aurek, she whispered. Don't drink it. Don't touch it at all. He turned to look at her. His face had a frown. What are you seeing? Blood magic. The old kind. Deep stuff. Not from wolves at all.

A purple-haired young lady wearing short shorts and a tank top inside her floating metal ball-shaped chair appeared before him. "I will play with you little man," Melody's words hurt Bloodthirst's pride. He couldn't remember the last time someone talked to him in such a manner. He screamed in anger as he pumped mana into his whip. His whip broke out of the air funnel, bringing with it a much fiercer heat and a pressure that only an attack from a Thorium Realm mage could have.

Every measure was deliberate and we'll calculated and I smirked with pride from my hideout. But... They adapted quickly. Too quickly. At once as they caught the attack, they removed focus on them and set their focus on counter attacking. Their shields came up, saving a handful from the arrow attack. Mages moved forward.i could tell with the blood sigil already burning red against their palms. I groaned, they sight of it turning my stomach. But I was not afraid, never. If anything I was furious. Blood magic? Always! Blood magic was not regular magic, it required more, it ate more and I couldn't help but think about All that went in the preparation of blood magic. They lost lives. They stolen

"When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms." Seraphina's stomach twisted. "And you think I'm one of them?" "I know you are," Kael said. "I can feel it. The moment your magic flared, it resonated with mine." She pulled her hand away. "Stop saying that! You don't know me." He stood up, letting out a low sigh. "I know enough." "Then why help me?" she snapped. "If I'm some kind of cursed weapon, why not kill me right here?"