My Blood Wizard System
The storm quieted to a heartbeat drum.
Grandma’s voice, soft now, proud:
“First binding, little spring. You wear the crown now.”
Blood—mine—mixed with rain, running pink down my collarbone.
The bite throbbed, but it wasn’t spreading cold anymore.
It was spreading heat.
Julian stayed bowed, breathing unnecessary, waiting.
I stood. My Eye sight and my sense of smell increased beyond human norms.
Ruby eyes Replaced My Crystal Blue Eyes, fangs receding until my tongue found only normal teeth again.