Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

He prayed it wasn't too late. But the news Tyler brought back plunged him straight into hell. "Alpha, Elena… she's gone. The house is empty." "More importantly, I looked into her background… Alpha, Elena's real name… is Elena of House Astoria." Astoria. The name made Adrian's heart stop. "The Astoria Royal Family of the North?" "Yes," Tyler's voice trembled. "She's not an Omega. She's a pure-blooded Royal Alpha... the Crown Princess of the North. She used an ancient blood seal to suppress her power for eight years, just to be an ordinary woman by your side."

The rain hadn’t let up since morning. A slow, stubborn drizzle soaked the city of Boston and each time Zaria Monroe looked outside the windows of St. Asella’s General Hospital, the sidewalks had turned into darker shades of gray. She moved quietly through the east wig, her ID badge bouncing lightly against her chest with each step. Zaria’s sneakers squeaked faintly against the linoleum floor as she pushed a mobile vitals cart from one room to the next. “Zaria, can you check Room 209 when you’re done there?” a nurse, Diana, called from the station.

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

He turned, his voice hoarse, and asked, "Where is she? Have you found out?" "Miss Aurora… she flew to Los Angeles." The butler hesitated. "Not only that, but word from the auction house is that the Blood Moon necklace… because Miss Seraphina found the rubies weren't pure enough, it's been put back up for consignment. And Miss Aurora seems to have… commissioned Mr. Lucian Ashford to buy it back." Kieran's head snapped up. That woman, she'd rather owe Lucian a favor than stay by his side?

Chapter 18. A WOMAN'S FACE ON MINE. MIRA'S POV. The night sky turned red, lanterns hung above the courtyard with the stars matching up its strength. The drummers beat their drums in rhythm with the singers, the flute played accompanying the melody of the beats. The scent of roasted meat and wine filled my nostrils. It was the night of the blood moon, the most sacred of festivals, when the pack celebrated renewal, unity and the goddess who blessed them with their first bond.

***Alpha Storm's POV*** I met her for the first time, crying her eyes out, at Pecan hospital. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and yet, I knew this mate bind was a disaster way before I knew I had a mate. Why? Why is someone so fragile? Her eyes are so mesmerizing that it took all the self-control in me not to pin her down to the wall and kiss her until she couldn't breathe anymore. But then, when I realized my mission, I had to let her go. Still, I couldn't help but instruct my men to keep watch over her. She had no idea I was her mate, and that's because she's an omega wolf, which makes it even more ridiculous.

As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her. "What is this? Where are those girls going?" The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. "Astor is choosing his next batch of meals." "Astor…" That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood

Myron's office…. “Miss Beatrice, I've got to be real with you so you can know what we're dealing with. Her life is on the line right now; she has lost so much blood, and the list we can do to help her now is to do a blood transfusion.” He said as he ignored the fear that was displayed on the face of his patient's aunt. “And the prices of blood pants have increased over the week due to its high demand. You would need to sign this document in the absence of her Dad.” She took the piece of document that was given to her across the table. Signing on every signature-needing space with shaky fingers. She sniffled and wiped out some tears that threatened to wet the papers in front of her.

"But that does not erase the fact that a single drop of your blood's scent will reach miles and miles away." "Eh?!" Asty flinched in shock. "Really?! I had no idea!" Chaol's eyebrows creased on a provoked angle. It was troublesome. Asty's blood has already been released to the air and he was sure that it still lingers up there. He also had no idea that Asty's special blood would have that kind of effect and coverage. He only expected the effect to be low as he assumed that Asty was only a Sunchild born in Chesterfawn and not in foreign lands. Or was she? He didn't even know a single thing about Asty's true identity!

Jonah sent a single thumbs up emoji that made my chest ache. I should call them. I will. Just not right now. The car slows and I look up. There’s a gate ahead, tall and iron and imposing, the kind that makes it very clear you’re not supposed to be here unless someone specifically invites you. Stone pillars on either side with the name ‘Petrova’ carved into them in elegant letters. The gate starts to open before we even reach it, sliding apart smooth and silent like it knows we’re coming. We drive through and the road changes from asphalt to gravel, the sound of it crunching under the tires filling the quiet car.