Most Precious Blood Astoria Novels & Stories

Even elderly connoisseurs were pushing through the crowd with surprising vigor. As the situation threatened to turn into a stampede, Elsie looked helplessly at Andrew for assistance. He pulled her behind him alongside Francesca and shouted, "Everyone, step back now! Don't make me use force!" Only Aspen and Christina remained frozen in place, isolated from the commotion. Christina's mind went blank as she felt the sudden chill around them. Christina whispered in disbelief, "Aspen, the Blood Phoenix Miracle? Isn't that supposedly the rarest stone in history? How could Andrew possibly have found one?"

I offered them more than revenge. I offered them freedom. I offered them a world where Azaria never rose at all. And they followed. --- Deep in the belly of the valley, I built an altar from obsidian and bone. Beneath it lay veins of divine ash, the remnants of where Azaria’s power once touched and cracked the earth. Above it, the Red Moon split the sky open like a wound. And in the center of it all, I placed the vial. Her blood. Harvested from the battlefield. Preserved in ancient magic. Still humming with a whisper of starlight.

it was difficult coming back to this place; it brought back some old memories. It felt warm though, with my family around, my brothers and my parents were always loving and making me feel good. I looked out and saw my uncle walking around and standing by the lake staring into the rising sun. I smiled and head out for some fresh air. My name is Lucrezia Skyler Salvatore, first born daughter of Alfredo Salvarote, alpha of the golden sun pack and Valeria Peterson, the high priestess of the Virdonna sisterhood and the pack Luna, one world's strongest magic holds that stood in modern times.

Alastair: “He was the first known Gold Blood created by the Goddess Moon.” she said, and immediately everyone’s attention was captivated everyone in the room. Including me. No one had ever heard of ‘the first Gold Blood in history’ but everyone had always been curious about it. How could one not be? “He was human, of course, as normal as you’d imagine a young boy to be,” Merari smiled.

Her sniffles were the only sound besides the lonely crickets. ********** “Celebrating your birthday? Your highness.” Delroy caught her off guard as Atarah entered the palace grounds on horseback. She had washed off the blood from her face and hands, while her cape was folded and kept in her bag. Atarah dismounted the horse and handed it to the stableboy. “Well, we can't have a party, Delroy. I only went out for some fresh air.” Astara has already gone back inside. The blood had been a little difficult to get off from her white fur. “Of course, it; s just that the month is about to end, and we need to discuss the invitation for your coronation.”

“Although you didn’t come searching for treasures, we’ve still come across a thousand-year-old Crimson Blood Plant—a rare medicinal herb and the main ingredient for brewing the ancient Blood Regeneration Potion.” His voice trembled with excitement, looking almost ready to shed tears of joy. I merely looked at him in amusement. Although the Crimson Blood Plant was indeed extremely rare and valuable, I still had several preserved safely inside the Blood Moon Pack’s top-secret vault, accessible only to me. “If you want it, then harvest it.” “And don’t waste my time,” I muttered impatiently. He froze briefly at my response. “You’re… not moved by it, my lord?” he asked in disbelief.

They had no fucking idea. Right now, a private underground gambling den in Astoria was painted entirely in crimson. Four Moretti soldiers were sprawled across the poker tables, their throats crushed, their bodies broken into unnatural shapes. I stood in the center of the room, my tailored black suit jacket discarded, my white shirt soaked through with rain and another man's blood. The sleeves were rolled up over my thick, scarred forearms, my knuckles raw and split. "Where is she?" I growled, my voice dropping into a primal, animalistic register that made the concrete walls seem to vibrate.

" 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.

I reach out as Eric helps me up into the helicopter and fits me with a communication headset to block out noise. However, when the helicopter lands, I realize that the supposedly "small building" Eric mentioned is ASTORIA, the TOP 1 luxurious hotel in the country.

FREYA My gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The Blood Moon Pack was the envy of other packs—it was the wealthiest and most powerful, thanks to its ruthless methods of acquiring land and resources. Aster stepped out of the car and immediately pulled me into his arms. His smile deepened when our eyes met. He kissed my cheek and rubbed my shoulder. "You don't have to be scared. My people won't bite," he whispered, leading me toward the massive mansion in front of us.