Rivers Of Blood Talismans Novels & Stories

He again tried calling out to her, alas, she was gone. As Travis saw to her leaving, he collapsed to the floor the moment he saw from his perspective that she could no longer see him. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" He panted severely. He then opened the sash by his side and brought out a cannister, of the exact male that contained what Higgins earlier injected to weaken his wolf. "Blood bane! I'm running out of it." He said. "I need that Talisman." He added. Blood bane had the exact effect of wolf bane but this was to Vampires.

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

I closed my eyes, blowing out a breath. "I, Alora Elwood, renounce the deal of Balthazar Kolgrim and Imelda Bloodstone." I gasped as I felt something snap within me, the immense power my mother stole vanishing from my soul. I opened my eyes, locking with Balthazars. His mouth spread into a wide grin, nothing but gratitude swirling in his ice-blue gaze. He pulled out a small silk pouch from his pocket. "I believe we are now even." He said, tossing it toward me and vanishing out of sight. I caught the pouch in my hand, opened it, and dumped the contents into my palm. A small jasper amulet carved into the shape of a wolf landed in my palm.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

Then her phone rang. She blinked and reached for it on the bed. The screen showed: Uncle Mario. She hesitated, then answered. “I hope you love everything,” his voice came through, calm but heavy. Amara froze. She didn’t expect the gifts to come from him. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.”

Victoria cupped Raven’s face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “You were never meant to be ordinary, my love. Not with a mother like yours and a bargain with Death himself.” They stood together in the quiet night, foreheads pressed, the bloodmate bond flowing warmly between them — love, awe, and a shared sense of destiny. The next morning, Raven returned to the obsidian training chamber with new purpose. She no longer needed the silver bowl or blood offerings. The power answered with thought alone. She raised her hand. Smoke poured forth — thicker, darker, *alive* in a way it hadn’t been before. With a flick of her wrist, she shaped it into a perfect murder of crows that circled the chamber, cawi

So, she had to put the matter in her own hands. She gave the final glance at the terrified Caramel and walked away. “Wash away all the evidence.” “I will surely carry your order, My Lord.” Sabrina waved at Caramel with her angelic smile and strode behind Shadow happily. “Ah… how heavy the rain should I make, My Lord?” “Heavy enough to wash out all the blood.” Cole smirked sinisterly. “The river will have a hard time flowing, My Lord.” Shadow shrugged. “The river will become that one legendary river. The Blood River.” Shadow gave the final remark and jumped on top of the earth dragon. “Let’s go.”

I shook my hand at them again. "What are they?" Drake questioned, snatching them and giving his brothers each one. "Blood crystals. The shop owner of Alchemy gave them to me for the babies. I went back earlier to get a few more." "What babies?" River was even more pissed now. Before I could come up with a lie, Elizabeth shot up, gasping for breath. Our foreheads almost collided, but I stopped her less than an inch from me. "That was crazy! I'm going to kill her." Elizabeth growled.

Yet within that silence, he found something powerful: whispers. Not the whispers of men, but echoes that clung to books too ancient for sunlight. Volumes that shouldn’t exist anymore. Manuscripts bound in dark red leather, inked in languages older than the cathedral itself. At first, Arthur ignored them. Focused on restoring old texts, cataloguing records, organizing theological archives. But one book changed everything—"Sanguis Altarum." The Blood of Altars. He found it hidden behind a false panel, sealed with wax and scripture. The moment he touched it, something inside him snapped awake. Visions plagued his dreams afterward. An altar surrounded by shadows. A woman with Isabella’s eyes scr