Most Precious Blood Chula Vista Novels & Stories

"The fire is hungry tonight, Clyde. If they open the cage, they won't like what comes out." A slender Northern servant steps up to the high table, her head bowed so low her blonde braids obscure her face. She carries a heavy silver tray bearing two crystal chalices filled with a thick, ruby-red vintage—the sacred Southern blood-wine reserved exclusively for the Grand Luna and her mate to seal the feast. The girl’s fingers are trembling, the silver tray rattling slightly against the polished timber. "For the Grand Luna," the servant murmurs, her voice thin and papery as she places the first chalice directly in front of me, then sets the second before Clyde.

He then stopped in front of the duo and bowed. “These three small bottles are the Origin God Blood. Please accept it, it could be used to improve your physique even further.” Said Zhu Wushang as he reached his hand toward the duo while bowing in respect. The father and son duo dazing gazed at the three small bottles. These bottles are the most precious substance of the two realms. Other than Zhu Wushang's blood vein, no one could find it anywhere in the world.

"You're nothing but a criminal waiting for sentencing!" She stepped closer, lowering her voice, her eyes gleaming with malice. "The Earl is being merciful," she said with mock sympathy. "He's willing to forget about the fifteen crates of mana crystals." "All he wants is for you to contribute your private blood bank!" she stared at me, her greed unconcealed. "Turn it into a public clan resource. As payment for your crimes." My private blood bank. It held my personal collection of priceless bloods brought from House Valerius, each vial worth a fortune.

Then, he said, "You're worth far more than that. What you can have is endless wealth. "You belong to me." I did not want to get entangled with Zach, but I knew I had no power to oppose him. Even though he had not forced me to do anything yet, I knew how it would go. Zach did not stay long. After saying those words, he tossed an invitation onto the table and left. It was simple. The invitation was for the Howe patriarch, Edgar Howe's seventieth birthday celebration. It was a grand event that promised to gather all the elites of high society.

I take the crown from Reece. It is not the Luna's crown. The Luna's crown is decorative, ceremonial, the beautiful object that signifies a position relative to someone else's. What I am holding is older than that. It came from the archive this morning when I sent for it, wrapped in cloth that hadn't been disturbed in a generation. The crown of the Moonblood line, which has been in the palace's keeping since before any living wolf can remember and which belongs to one person and has been waiting for her to come back to it. I hold it and I look at it and then I look at her.

(Clarence’s POV) Clarence shot up from his throne. He had an idea. He would flood Molly’s private blood vault with his most precious vintage, the “liquid gold” of his entire collection. No matter where she was, no matter what kind of life she was trying to build, she would always need the purest blood. He was terrified of her suffering with inferior sustenance. And maybe, just maybe, this offering, a gift worthy of royalty, would quell her anger enough for her to contact him.

We continued to talk as if she wasn't there while waiting for the teacher, I think she definitely didn't like bei the ignore. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Vanessa rolling her wheelchair into the class. She looked normal for what it's worth. I hope she's doing okay. I also spotted Nona advancing towards me. She was holding something in her hand, Cecil didn't even need to shout for me to jump out of my seat just in time to miss the liquid she tossed there. It landed on the magazine. Completely missing Ava. I watched as the liquid dissolved the paper from the middle. Ava screamed as she dropped it. She rushed out of her seat.

Zurac said softly and the old man glanced over at my abdomen and shook his head. "She's already healing herself, Alpha. Her golden blood means she's going to be right as rain. I suggest you take her back home, bath her and let her rest," he said assuredly and I grinned. The thought of Zurac washing my body sent a thrill through my body. I was disappointed that Raina was the one holding me up in the shower and helping me wash the debris off my injuries. She was towel drying me off and laughing over how uncomfortable I had made her brother. I ignored her and asked if they were getting more captives. She slipped an extremely large t-shirt over my head and said, "The European testing and Russian

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. 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.”

“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.