Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

“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.

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."""

“I’ll give you to General Knox.” My blood went cold. “Knox enjoys force,” she continued. “He keeps many girls. They rarely last long. But you’ll stop being my problem.” “Please,” I cried out. “I’ll stay away. I won’t go near them again.” She did not look at me. “Arrange it now,” she said to the matron. “She leaves tonight.” The matron grabbed me. Then another voice cut through the hall. “There she is.” Lady Astoria entered in silk and perfume.

“I get that kind of stuff for promo. It’s not that I’m into it, but it’s way too valuable to just leave behind.” “They’re really that valuable?” Without thinking, he picked up the box with that dress. Not just any dress—but the Lisa Prestígio model, the rarest and most exclusive edition. I dropped everything to snatch the box from his hands. “Careful! That dress is worth as much as a car!” “You’re kidding, right?” I shook my head. Still, he didn’t look like he believed me. I grabbed one last box, then picked up Preciosa again and held her tight. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake of leaving her behind ever again.

Luca tells me, "you're dad said he's staying here to keep an eye on Aurora. She has her first mission without either of you." "What is it? Papà never mentioned one," I ask as we make our way over to the car."She has to steal this ring," he tells me, "it's from Fenice. They stole it from some girl. Apparently it dates back to Edward I wife Bianca. It's worth almost a billion dollars if returned to the royal family." "Papà would never turn down easy money," I chuckle before I get in. "Vieste arriviamo." "How long of a drive is this?" Stefano asks me as I wait for the other cars to be ready.

"I managed the logistics of the Eastmoor Quarter. I built the supply lines through the Blackveil District. My blood might not be wolf, Malcolm, but my signature on these contracts is the only reason your pack didn't starve during the Westmere territorial wars." "Silence, stray!" Celeste Ashford stepped down from the raised dais, her silver silk dress sweeping across the polished obsidian floor. Her dark wolf eyes locked onto mine with raw, unadulterated disgust. "You were an act of charity. A scentless, worthless human abandoned in the mud of the slums that we took in to serve our household. But the true blood has returned."

On the ring inside of the band, in the same cursive font it said 'Ad Astra'. For a second I forgot how to breathe. The signet ring was wonderful, majestic. "Barclay would kill for this one." Damian nudges Mark with his shoulder and he nods once thoughtfully. His gaze calculating, as he sits in the chair with his arms crossed. "This beautiful signet ring is the heirloom of the famous Astor family. The ring is believe to have been made in the mid to late 1800s. The gold is 24 Karat and the ring comes with it's own Certificate of Authenticity. The starting bid for this wonderful piece of American and New York history is... Eighty thousand dollars."

"Domine, it hurts so much..." "It won't for long." Domine leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'm going to make you better." He turned to the staff. "Get the Moonstone Healing Essence." A nurse gasped. "Alpha, that’s... that’s the most precious tonic . A single drop is worth a hundred thousand gold coins." "I said get the best," Domine snapped. "I don't care about the price; I'll pay." The nurse nodded and sprinted out. I ducked into the shadows as they whispered nearby.