Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

she said gravely. "But why?" asked Dina, her eyes wide with shock. Astenia shook her head again and closed her eyes once more, continuing with her enchantment as she spoke more words of power. The blue light swirled around them again and Astenia saw flashes of a large building surrounded by trees - the location of the Blood Zeal Pack. She opened her eyes slowly and nodded grimly before turning back to Dina. "It appears that Miranda went after seeing a vision," said Astenia solemnly.

Early 14th century, Vermont Province, the central region of Astasia was in a major uproar. The once peaceful and prosperous capital that was famous for its inventive minds, intricate architecture, coupled with its noble bloodlines and largest cattle form was currently under siege by a devoted group of armed crusaders who were deployed from the cardinal Cathedral in south Verbeck. The city was being pilfered for silver and other scraps as these saintly crusaders, clad in white vestments decorated with the holy cross, went from door to door with their oppressive mien demanding various cooperation from the citizens who were deep in fright.

“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.

" I stood on the altar, which was the highest point of the area. This was where everything began, and it would be where it ended. With a pale face, Ares clutched his wound and asked, "Estella… If you take my blood, can you really save the pack?" Even at death's door, his duties as an Alpha remained strong. "Whether I save them or not depends on my mood. I'm mainly doing this to save myself," I replied casually. I placed the Moonbound Soulstone—which had turned as black as ink after branding me "impure"—at the center of the ritual circle.

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.

“Mom, what are you talking about? I asked with great panic. I hate to see my mom this way. “Listen, I'll tell you a story. In my lineage, there's a necklace with a red pendant which is passed down to the firstborn daughters of my family. Whoever wields the necklace with a red pendant can have the power to reverse time. But then, if you reverse time, there can be good and bad consequences. Nevertheless, this pendant will save you when you need help the most. For this reason, you must never let go of the pendant, no matter what happens. Do you understand, Audrey?” “B… but mom, why don't we use the pendant to reverse the accident that occurred, mom. You don't have to die,” I burst into tears. M