Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

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

Some of the villagers who noticed the royal carriage momentarily stopped their work and bowed their head low in acknowledgment. Then, they passed by another village two kilometers away from Norfew. The Ardenta village was the nearest village to where the Astoria mansion was located, and the place boasted finely-made iron and steel weapons hanging on almost all windows of the house. Ruen didn’t miss Lianne’s sullen expression upon seeing the weapons, but he didn’t say any comment regarding it. Her expression changed into delight, however, when they passed by the open gaillardia and violets flower fields and the towering snow mountains of Regaleria, just a few miles after passing the Ardenta v

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”

"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.

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

“We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny. It’s the end of my day, not quite as busy as usual and my last case Jenny was definitely the most memorable. As Dr Neill prepares to leave the office, he pauses to steal a glance of the view from his balcony as the sun sets over the ocean. It’s the most beautiful sight to behold the reason he chose to open a practice here in Sea Point Cape town, the top floor of the tallest building he could find. As Dr Neill grabs hold of the door handle to lock the door he freezes and gets lost in a memory. Dr Neill remembers running down the road in his jogging sweats, his breathing is heavy as he nears the end of his run. It’s a beautiful

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

His gaze turned from icy cold to fuzzy warm as he turned toward me, “But now I do. And nothing can hold me from signing the damn deal if things come to that.” He wasn’t serious, right? The BloodMoon Merlot was more than an asset. It held personal meaning for Nicholus. It was invented by his late grandfather. It was unique to the lands of the North. It was history and he had been fighting a long battle to keep it that way. As if reading my thoughts, he sighed in our mindlink, “I told you, little princess, there’s nothing I won’t do for you.” Heat swelled inside me, wrapped itself around my heart, and filled all the cracks resulting from my Father’s ruthless words.

"Second, I want 400cc of blood of the guy that your wife brought over." Nathaniel frowned even more as soon as she said it. You have to get his permission. "Stop the nonsense. You may not know this, but even a drop of his blood is precious. His blood can even be auctioned at an exorbitant price. It doesn't matter to you, but for us doctors, that man is priceless. Unfortunately, your wife will not agree for me to touch him at all." Yama Hades' demands were indeed difficult. "Then, Nathaniel said coldly, ""I can try and talk to him."""