Most Precious Blood Chula Vista นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He is insane!” “I knew the despicable leech was reckless and stupid!” “We should do this without him!” The council hall of the Wolves trembled with the noise. Jerry listened with a calm expression, but inside he was in turmoil. The news the Noxala had brought from Vampirehaven had been devastating. THE CHALICE IS THE PRIDE OF VAMPIREHAVEN. IT WILL NOT BE GIVEN TO INFERIOR WOLVES, WITCHES, OR ZOMBIES. The message had read.

"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.

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.

She had planted spies in Adrian’s circles, spread rumors, tested loyalty, but she hadn’t counted on this level of precision. She stood on the rooftop of her building, overlooking her men stationed below. “Tonight,” she whispered, “we show him that no one crosses the Calderón bloodline and lives.” Her men checked weapons. Mercenaries from old alliances, ex-soldiers, hardened killers. They were professional, but none were Adrian Velasquez. And they would learn the hard way. The first wave hit. Adrian moved like a ghost, precise, cold. One guard fell silently, another caught in the crossfire before he could fire a single shot. Luca relayed movements, men coordinated, no chaos, no mistakes.

He broke his heart over a bastard, but murdered his true flesh and blood. The biggest joke in the world. Halfway through the ceremony, the High Priest raised the holy chalice filled with their blended blood, ready to declare the vows. Suddenly, the low roar of an engine shattered the dead silence of the night sky. A pitch-black stealth jet hovered ominously over the castle without warning. The next second, the cabin door flew open. A torrential rain of red crystals and ancient silver coins poured down! Priceless pure blood crystals, mixed with ancient 'Blood Pact Buyout' silver coins, smashed onto the marble floor with crisp, mocking clatters.

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.