Novel & Cerita New World Blooddrinker Location

"Moonflower essence is the easiest, expensive but available through proper channels if you know who to ask. I can get you that by tomorrow." He pointed to an empty slot in the case. "Dragon's blood resin requires travel to the Scorched Peaks. Three days' journey minimum, through territory that doesn't welcome outsiders. The dragon there don't take kindly to strangers." "I'll handle it." "Will you now?" He raised an eyebrow. "And the silver sage? Only grows in cursed ground where dark magic was performed. Blood rituals. Death magic. The kind of places even experienced witches avoid." He closed the case with a snap.

“We need intel. Dante’s fortress—where is it exactly?” Sebastian pushed a rune-stamped scroll toward me. “East of Black Hollow. Built on altar grounds. Vines and bones entwined in the walls. It’s alive.” Fear rippled through me at the word alive. But I closed my fists. “We assault?” Alpha Tristan asked. I met his eyes. “Not yet.” He blinked. “Then what?” “We infiltrate. We learn his power. And we choose our battlefield.” My finger tapped the map. “Here—in Lunaris’ dead forest. The ground is rooted in our blood.”

Then, he lifted his head up and said, "Go to Dimgrave Port... It's at the tip of the Burming Penusuala... There's an abandoned warehouse. My brother is there... The vampires are there as well..." "OK. We're on our way right now," I said. "Wait..." Derek said. Then, he took a glance at Mata, who was sobbing and mourning while holding Mana's body, and said, "There's one more thing I can help you with..."

I demanded, losing patience fast. To my displeasure, Todd didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated by me. He straightened further and even puffed out his chest slightly. “Because … how could you not trust this?” He pointed his finger to his silly but smiling face. Kent chuckled behind me and I wanted to smack him. Todd continued to speak without my permission. “The warehouse is hidden within the Blood Moon territory. I will be able to show you where it is with no issue.”

" I asked even though I knew the answer. I was next in line to become the Maester since our Maester did not birth any true born vampires, but still I wanted to know what my dad would say. " He probably thought it was about time you engaged yourself in the affairs of the pride, you're 176 years old now, so you should", he definitely didn't want to point out the obvious. " Yeah right, affairs indeed", I sounded sarcastic as I left his presence. The blood farm was located at the outskirts of Central City, at Pittsburg block. It was an underground facility and a paper company was used to draw people's attention away from the real ongoings in the premises.

"You know it's a trap right?" "Obviously. But If we don't, he'll kill Alessia who I doubt is even alive." "Ryan, we just have to." "Then we better get going. The only blood bank in New York isn't on land. At the least not the land you're used to." Ryan said after giving a sigh. "What do you mean by it isn't on land?" I asked in bewilderment. "The only vampyre blood bank is not in the city. It's in a coven." he took a pause before he continued. "That it's beneath the Statue of Liberty." Ryan added putting me and my mom in shock. "The Statue of Liberty???"

THE underworld is located in a place called Eastfox. Normal people cannot see it because it remains invisible to them using Amara's strong magical power. The three of us went there by riding a longer branch. My power propelled our transportation while Ate Clara kept us invisible from the eyes of normal people. Kuya Vince guided us to reach that place. He even managed to eat fries during our journey. What a different kind of man he is?!

Chapter 26 THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW deep in the woods an alter could seen made from tree branches and dried leaves , the alter was on fire and in front of the alter knelt Destin who was busy chanting some weird unknown spirit language . he slowly stood up and open the container which contains the blood of Lenny " êt zumbra cumbrato

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV I sat at the table with Drustian, gobbling up food, and drinking up wine in a frenzy. The new moon is nigh, calling unto me to pay my debt. Blood. My body craved it. I needed blood to douse my raging nerves. The witch had told me the consequences of my greed would far outweigh the power it would give me, but I was too adamant to listen.