New World Blooddrinker Location Novels & Stories

he said, wiping the counter with a rag dirtier than the wood. “And I don’t know what kind of information you’re after…” “The Dark Forest,” I murmured, dropping my voice further. His eyes lifted, wary. “If you’re after a drug...” “I need something more precise.” I added another gold coin. Even I didn’t know exactly what I was hunting, but my gut said I was about to pry open something I didn’t want to see. He hesitated, scanned the room, then pocketed the money fast. “Past the ruins south of the border, near the citadel... you might find some… interesting things.”

It splattered across his face like war paint. The second man was shaking now. He stared at his companion's body as it lay twisted, steaming slightly from the silver that had burned in the wounds. “I-I’ll talk,” he croaked. Eric approached slowly. “Names. Locations. Everything.” “There’s... there’s a camp,” he stammered. “North of Blackpine Temple. Hidden beneath the mountain lake. They’re calling it The Cradle. Vincent,he’s gathering blood mages. Rogues. Shadow wolves.”

"The Soulstone. Also called the Heart of Shadows, the Null Phoenix, or in certain dead languages, 'That Which Devours Light.'" He opened the book, revealing pages that seemed to write themselves as he spoke. "It currently rests in the Sanctum of Sorrows, a fortress-temple built at the convergence of thirteen ley lines of negative energy. Located in the Screaming Peaks, roughly two hundred miles northeast of your current position. Though distance becomes... negotiable in that region." Maps appeared on the pages, not drawn but emerging like memories becoming solid. The Shadow Knight memorized every detail, noting paths, landmarks, danger zones marked in what appeared to be dried blood.

The whole studio was illuminated in the soft glow of moonlight and I let it soak into me. Padding toward the cupboards, I crouched down and looked at the fancy bottles of alcohol stashed there. I had tried the fanciest of the alcoholic drinks from around the world but none of the human alcohol was strong enough to get a werewolf drunk. Shuffling through the bottles glinting in the moonlight, I reached back to the strongest of them all. Bloodmoon Merlot, especially designed by fermenting the Merlot grapes with the berries and herbs grown in the coldest region of the North.

A moment later, after regaining their senses, they all scrambled to speak. "I know! The dark sorcerer's inside the sorcerer's tower in the forest to the west of the city!" "Yeah, yeah! Wait, there are dozens of savage beasts guarding the place!" "Let me speak! The dark sorcerer can summon ghost armies and rain down fire that destroys worlds!" "Most importantly, he drinks human blood! They say it enhances his magical power!" … The five of them spoke over one another, sharing everything they knew about the dark sorcerer. Walter and Willow were stunned.

If there was any venom that sipped in, the blood oozing out had helped some of it away from reaching her veins too soon. Without any explanation to anyone, I dipped my head into her neck and sucked the open wounds that she had. I felt my body being swept into limbo, so my grip on Althea tightened, wanting to make sure she would not be separated from me. We ended up at the Silver Crest Packhouse. I continued to suck as much blood as I could before spitting it out. I knew I could drink it, but I wanted to show Blade what I was doing without any explanation because, at this point, he still looked lost.

I liked it warm as it swam done my throat, liked the ecstasy it provided. Thinking about the way I drank my blood enraged the demon in me, and it roared in my bloodstream, reminding me of its unwanted presence. I had no choice but to go for the blood bag. After much hesitation, I zoomed up to Solomon's room and searched for the fridge. I found it in his closet, hidden by the clothes above it.

The Northern Draking was ambitious, but it did not matter to Adrian. "Alright, since the Northern Draking has expressed his agreement, what about the rest of you? Do you have any opinions?" Adrian asked. "Mr. Adrian, I totally agree!" the Eastern Draking promptly replied. "We have no objections either!" The Southern Draking and Western Draking chimed in. Adrian nodded. "Very well! Since that's settled, let's discuss how to deal with these mysterious enemies." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Based on the information we currently have, it seems that they reside in a place called Abyssal Shadowrift," the Eastern Draking said.

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Aurelia looked at him with a frown. "Rare ingredients? But you have them here, right?" She asked, supporting her head with her palm to look at him. Reagan chuckled. "No I don't. They are very rare. Some of them can't be found on earth" Reagan whispered. "Then how do we plan to find it?" Aurelia wailed. "I know where to get them. The dark blood petal is found in the middle layer of hell. Ice jade mushroom is found in the dark jungle. While the witch's vine can be gotten in the sea of tribulations. I have seen them in those places before" Reagan whispered, rubbing.