Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

"If the city is not actively burning to the ground, you are fired." "The city is fine, Boss," Silas's gritty voice crackled through the speaker. "But the wedding venue just called. The Astor Historical Estate." Zara's icy blue eyes instantly sharpened. She slowly unwrapped her legs from Lucian's waist, sliding flawlessly back down to her feet. The Astor Estate was a three hundred year-old, heavily guarded mansion on the edge of the city. It was the absolute pinnacle of high society venues, and Zara had secured it for their reception just two days ago.

“Here we are,” Hines said, bringing Asteria back to the moment. They were at the top of a long staircase, hidden by a turn in the stone wall. She followed him down, glad to hear the whimpers and cries of those they sought out. Nelo and Venette were known for their ability to keep reserva de sange, something Asteria rarely bothered with. It was easy enough for her to send someone else out to get a fresh victim for her if she grew thirsty. But having these vessels on hand at all times was attractive, and she decided she’d look in to that once she made it back to Melbourne.

Julianne's jaw dropped and she pointed out, "Is it not when someone can't do without something that they call it an addiction?" "Exactly!" Cassian said in an excited voice. "I've been drinking blood from other sources, but yours is five time more better even with a single drop."

He nodded gently before signaling his son to give her a box she hadn't noticed for a while. "I believe this belongs to you; it was the only valuable possession we found in the boat." Joya took the box from him slowly; it was the box Prator had given to her, a gift he had called it. She gave them a knowing smile before turning away. Her steps were languid as she moved away from them, heart beating faster than it should. Then she stopped. Turning back, she ran a hand through her damp hair, pushing it away from her face. "Gentlemen," she asked, "may I know where I am?"

Musa said and Nayyab almost choked. What?! She can't even afford to be here?! "Oh yeah sure sure. Who's she by the way?" Sabina asked curiously. "A family friend, Nayyab." He said smiling softly. "Ah let me look at her, oh my she is really precious just like her name means Nayyab (precious)." She said smiling at the beautiful girl and Nayyab smiled widely thinking, Okay I take my words back, she is not a goat...she is nice.

I just have to prepare myself for the worst, considering that I am of no value to him anymore. But then I remembered I am a Wycliffe. And the blood that runs through me is as precious as having mines of gold because of the powerful genes that my ancestors had when they conquered this land from the rogues and other Clans and drove them away from this Region. Aster never came back to our room the whole day. He must be somewhere with the King having meetings or celebrating something.

Castus shot "I've tried all I could to stop them but aunt is shielding the palace so that my message doesn't reach the king" "I need to find that magic" "We don't know if it exist"Castus create a barrier,motioning Adir to start the horse "We might die" "Speak for yourself,you saw the magic yourself"Adir untie his gourd and drink a mouthful of water "Castus I just feel so alive to be finally free" "You're a human and to crown it all you're a crown Prince with the dragon blood in you"Castus hiss,his voice incredibly low.

The answers they sought were here, and Asha wasn’t leaving without them. At the far end of the room, a massive stone pedestal held a collection of scrolls, books, and documents. As Asha stepped forward, her eyes scanned the papers scattered across the pedestal, her fingers brushing against them. She could feel the weight of history in the air—these were the records that detailed the true nature of the Blood Pact. Her fingers froze on one particular document, the title written in old script that she could barely decipher. But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.”

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade

“What does that mean?” ⸻ “My grandmother called her…” Seraphina whispered. “…The Crimson Bride.” ⸻ Don Vittorio’s face hardened. That name… Had appeared once before. In an old De Luca journal. Nearly two hundred years ago. ⸻ Before he could ask another question— The mansion doors opened. Alessio walked inside. Alive. Calm. Holding a white rose stained with blood. ⸻ The entire hall fell silent. Every guard lowered his head.