Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

But before a reaction could take place, the elevator doors dinged open behind Natalia. "Rodriguez! Happy to see you!" A charming man with a funny accent boomed as he sashayed in with his mean-looking guards. And under seconds, the inhumane Mafia Don returned. Not that he was far away anyway. Natalia let out a silent breath after almost finding out the effect of her provocation. "I don't remember sending for you, Harvey." Leonardo stated coldly. The man breezed over, ignoring his cold shoulders. The 'Harvey' called Leonardo Rodriguez because he, just like him, was a descendant of Lord Grantino Rodriguez. The co-founder of Astheria. But Leonardo was a direct heir, the last pure blood. And Harv

☾ ROMANO ☽ I am the disowned heir of La Corona De sangue. An abomination, so they say. At Taormina’s Palazzo della Maree, my father’s hotel, I step into the dim suite of Madame Estela. The velvet curtains swallow the moonlight, casting the suite in black hush. The scent of spiced blood and sex clings to the air as I brush my long tresses back, shredding the last trace of my wolf form and the smell of Aurelia off my skin.

She paused, “And you think it might be in the King´s Vault here...” he finished, and she sighed. “Yes,” she said, “The Lycan treasures that were hidden in the vaults are untouched. Your grandfather, Maurice, handed it to my dad.” Arman explained, and I listened carefully. Asteria´s bloodline is complex and powerful. “But if Stavros is fine with you opening them, you can come over, and I will take you and your mate to the vaults,” he said, and Asteria smiled.

I tell him and he rubs his forehead. “That will be a problem. They won’t touch her because of her blood. They can’t touch her. It is holy writ that if they touch a God or Goddess, it will mean annihilation. Asteria is a Goddess, even if she wasn’t siren. She has my blood.” He says and I lean against the counter, listening to his words. Well, that is comforting, but still it doesn’t help with her guilt.

I didn't focus on enjoying the beauty of all the objects I saw because my mind was focused on the ring and the man. "Look beautiful, don't you think?" Anthony put his arm around me, we stood on the edge of the roof looking at the beauty around us and I asked, "Anthony, what is this gemstone called, why is it red like blood?" He chuckled, "It's not a gemstone darling, it's our blood mixed and crystallized like a gemstone, isn't it?" I gaped at him, "When did you take my blood?" I asked. What parts of my body did he steal besides my heart and blood?

She had proven herself as useful as I needed someone. Astoria stood and walked to the window, pulling back the heavy curtain to peer out into the moonlit grounds of the estate. "I have something in mind," she murmured. "Elysia has always worn her emotions like a weapon, but even weapons have weak points. You don’t destroy someone like her with brute force. You dismantle her." I frowned. "Speak plainly." "Her daughter," Astoria said without turning around. "Ruby. The child she adores. The one she brought back to light out of nowhere"

I ask, still unable to look away from the white wolf's blood-stained face. Noah runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes distant as he relates the story. "Astor found it while hunting a stag near the northern border. He'd been tracking it for hours when he sensed something strange—this unnatural stillness in the forest." He gestures around us, where even now, the usual night sounds of the forest have fallen silent, as if the creatures themselves are holding their breath.

"You're nothing but a criminal waiting for sentencing!" She stepped closer, lowering her voice, her eyes gleaming with malice. "The Earl is being merciful," she said with mock sympathy. "He's willing to forget about the fifteen crates of mana crystals." "All he wants is for you to contribute your private blood bank!" she stared at me, her greed unconcealed. "Turn it into a public clan resource. As payment for your crimes." My private blood bank. It held my personal collection of priceless bloods brought from House Valerius, each vial worth a fortune.

She had been pathetic. She had drunk his attention like it was the sweetest water from the hills of Ogaera, one of the precious waterfalls in Astoria, where the water coming from the falls was sweeter than honey. She was lost in his eyes, his smile... and everything about him stirred the buried desire in her.

“That sealed zone beneath Valenfort? The site of the Great Massacre?” “Yes. If I want to understand what the Black Blood truly is, I have to go where it began.” --- Below, Aster Crowe was surrounded by the Silver Hounds. He looked up toward the rooftop where Evelyn had vanished. A silver bullet tore through his shoulder, blood splattered, glowing neither red nor black, but pale blue silver. He dropped to one knee, smiling faintly through the pain. “She’s like me… but she still has hope.” Then, with a calm motion, he pressed a switch on his belt. A sphere of light blossomed and the lower floors detonated in a blinding white wave.