Rivers Of Blood Talismans Novels & Stories

We were met with more deserts with no end, it felt like an infinity of the softest and lightest texture of sand with no infrastructure or creature around, and just like that, I could feel nostalgia punch me in the gut and swinging around non-stop like a pendulum. "I knew that crusty ass necromancer was a fraudster! and you have the poor habit of believing easily, you are too gulible" Cass' eyes shifted between me and the endless sea of desert. "Holy shit! How do we get to see the dualistic god after wasting so much time?" I could feel sweat forming on my forehead, and a fat one tickled my nape. "Wait a minute! The pendant on your neck is blinking." His eyes opened wide and mine wider when I

he said. He was offering me his blood. I could see blood dripping from his hand but I didn't know how that would help me. He placed his hand over my mouth and urged me to just drink. I did as he told me, I drank as much as I could then everything went black.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

It was even bigger than the one at the mansion, filled with scrolls and books written in languages that my mind somehow understood instinctively. I found a thick book bound in dragon skin. The title read: "The Powers of the Pure Blood." I opened it eagerly. "The Pure Blood is the source of all life. Their blood can heal, but it can also destroy. When their emotions reach the peak, their true form awakens... The Crimson Eyes." "However, there is a price. Great power attracts great darkness. The Eclipse Cult seeks to use the Pure Blood to open the Gate of the Abyss. If the gate opens, all souls will be consumed..."

Vessa stumbled back several steps, cradling her wounded arm, but her face showed absolutely none of the panic one would expect from someone whose ritual had just been interrupted. "You think this is a defeat?" she asked, smiling despite the blood pouring from her arm. "I have already gained what I required tonight. Your commander's blood was enough to open a crack, one that goes much deeper than you can see." Thalia reached the altar, her hands moving with frantic speed to unlock the silver chains binding Raven. "Are you alright?" "I’m fine," Raven answered weakly, her voice raspy and thin. "But, Your Majesty... my blood had already dripped onto those carvings before you arrived. I can feel

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

He touched each piece like a ritual, his fingers moving slowly over worn seams and old bloodstains. By the hearth, his pack waited—half full from the night before. He added more food, tools, and dried herbs. He laid his grandfather’s knife at the bottom, wrapped in cloth. Then the talisman—blackwood carved into the shape of a leaf, smooth from generations of hands—he slipped over his neck. He walked to the door but didn’t open it. Instead, he turned to the room, the walls that had kept him through war and solitude. The shelves were lined with jars of preserves and salves. The small stool where he’d carved names he never spoke aloud. The hearth he had built stone by stone after the funeral.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Ria screamed in pain and lost blood in deadly pain and collected all her blood. Then, Jaysan rushed to his wife Mira to look after her condition while the pain-soaked Black Witch opened her mouth to jinx and collected all her power mixed with her blood to aim at Jaysan. The dark magic was indeed powerful, as it penetrated Jaysan's body and quickly transformed into a pendant that fell to the ground. Akshara could remember the pendant of the golden dragon around her godmother’s neck all the time. Ria got the pendant and wore it around her neck.