Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

“When I was younger, I was in a car accident with my parents. It was your mother who saved me, but she didn’t get there in time to save my parents. Her blood brought me from the brink of death, and all it took was a small drop. She had told me what her blood meant when she gave it to me, but I didn’t remember until the day that I felt her calling for help.” “What did it mean for her to give you her blood?” I leaned forward, placing my glass down, as I became intrigued with the story. “I don’t know all the details, but her blood healed me. Afterward, I owed her a blood debt that would connect me to her until the day I repaid it.” Axton continued. Without realizing I had done it, I wrapped my

Looking at Alistair's incredibly fake face, I forced down the nausea churning in my stomach. I had to stop this farce. Now. "Alistair," I stepped back, raising my voice slightly. "Since this is an eternal Blood Oath, we need the most ancient witness. Go to the castle's catacombs and fetch the vial of thousand-year holy blood." The elders around us gasped. Thousand-year holy blood. It was my clan's core treasure. Even the high princes of the Council rarely saw it.

“Baby, I’m still young, so I don’t need anti-aging supplements. But a woman needs jewelry to look her best, right? The next item is a pair of pearl earrings. You’ll buy them for me, won’t you?” “Of course,” the man replied indulgently. “I’ll win them for you.” Navia kept her eyes closed, though fragments of conversation still drifted into her ears. The auction continued smoothly. One luxury item after another sold for staggering prices, and the atmosphere in the room grew more heated with every round. Then finally— The final item was brought onto the stage. The entire venue erupted instantly. A 15.99-carat Burmese pigeon blood ruby. Among the four precious gemstones, rubies were considered t

Blanche could still smell the blood of Astolfo lingering, dancing in her nose, seeping on her fingernails, staining the palm of her hands. Astolfo's eyes were lifeless, even though he was shot in the leg and blood was gushing out of the floor, no emotion can be seen in him. "I hope that you knew this is what the devil instructed us to do," Mr. Tassel said as he stepped on the floor spilled with the blood of Astolfo. Leaving a mark on his shoes. Blanche gawked at it and closed her eyes because they suddenly felt a sharp blow in it, like someone cut onion near her eyes, liquid formed in it and it dropped first on her left cheek.

Struck the white ceremonial stone. Another followed. Then another. Bright ancestral blood spread slowly across the sacred altar before dripping onto the polished floor below. Scarlet against white. A color no one in the chamber could ignore. No one moved. No one spoke. The Grand Alpha Assembly watched in stunned silence. As the blood of the last acknowledged daughter of House Moonfang stained the sacred stone where truth was sworn.

My heart is in my throat, the terror of losing him making me dizzy, but Astaroth just brushes non-existent dust from his sleeve, as if Arlo is an inconvenience rather than a threat. “I have no interest in draining your pup,” he says smoothly, his gaze flicking back to me. “I require only a few drops of her blood. A small price to pay for eliminating your greatest enemy, wouldn’t you agree?” Arlo shifts back, chest heaving, hands clenched. “You’re asking for our child’s blood.” Astaroth meets his furious gaze without flinching. “Yes, but let’s be rational, I’m not asking for her life. Just a little blood. Freely offered, of course.”

Anastasia was quiet, but if you crossed her, she would get you back in a way worse than this. She's as over protective as any Gastillo. This isn't unusual but it certainly brings attention to her. Students aren't done, I know. They'll still try to fuck her over. Maybe even kill her. My knuckles almost cracks from how hard I'm clenching it. I wasn't kidding about the red moon. Part of the curse on Grimsborrow, made by the founder Grim himself. I can't even begin to explained how stupid it is to curse your own fucking town. Like what in the world possessed you to do such a thing.

“And what does that have to do with me?” Astor’s smirk returned, colder this time. “Everything,” he said simply. “You’re the mother of my child, Charlotte. And whether you like it or not, that child is now part of my plan.” Charlotte’s stomach churned, her anger bubbling to the surface. “Jasmine isn’t some tool for you to use,” she snapped, her voice trembling with fury. “I’m not interested in emotional attachments,” Astor said bluntly, cutting her off. “I need her as proof to secure my inheritance. That’s all.”

“Is he related to Starlight?” “No, Ma’am. This was actually purchased by Madame Consuelo in Cavite. It was supposed to be a gift for you on your 21st birthday. However, she didn’t give it to you on your actual birthday because it couldn’t be brought to the hotel. Madame really searched for a color similar to Starlight because she knows how much you loved your previous horse,” he explained while brushing Ace’s head. If I already regretted what I did before, it’s even worse now. It’s like my conscience slaps me every day because of the wrong decision I made.