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“He only herds them. He cannot fully control them. But if he finds the formula inside that archive… your uncle could do anything.” A chill instantly crawls down my spine. “We cannot let Uncle Garson open that room, Dorian,” I say. “Relax. He won’t be able to do it. Not without you, Maeve. Because only Sacred Blood can open that door.” “What is Sacred Blood?” Alaric asks while looking between Dorian and me. “Oh, you didn’t know, Sword Bearer? Your Maeve carries silver blood known as Sacred Blood. She is the only remaining key left in this world.”

He quickly completed his Divine Blood conversion, with a color that was no less impressive than Chase's. Although Eason's cultivation was somewhat lacking, he possessed many treasures. He first changed into top-tier robes to block Nefarious Blast's damage. Then, he took out a small candle and lit it with Divine Order's Flame in no hurry. As the fragrant smoke entered his nostrils, his Divine Blood conversion was completed with relative ease. The only regret was that his Divine Blood color was a grade inferior to Chase's and Barry's. The one suffering most was Walter. As a dragon, he was naturally able to commune with the divine. While his bloodline concentration was high because he had gaine

Alaric carefully placed the bones right in the middle of the room and stepped away. Xavier handed her a dagger with ruby gems embedded in the hilt. He said it was a family heirloom. "So who is volunteering their blood?" "I will." They both chorused. Odessa gave them a bored look. She had no time for this. "Let me do it." "Father, I want to—" Savior shook his head. "No, it was my greed that led to her death. I want to do it, please." He said the last sentence with pain in his eyes.

A chill ran through me. Sylvia looked up at him, her eyes going utterly cold. But Kane kept talking. "The gods honor the strong, honor complete divine blood, honor the dignity of the Divine Court. Not two dregs left over after a sacrifice! Lord Theron, you are a future King of the Gods. There should be no such stain at your side!" The air went terrifyingly still. Theron slowly rose to his feet. He fixed his eyes on Kane and spoke, one word at a time. "They sacrificed their divine blood and saved me. They saved Drake, and they saved Sylvia. The dignity of the gods you speak of was bought with their lives."

The touch. I pressed my hand against my knee and looked at my palm. Nothing there. No mark, nothing visible. But I had felt it, the second his hand landed on my shoulder, something moving through the point of contact like a current, like something recognising something, and it had startled me so badly I had almost stepped back. It was the blood magic. It had to be the blood magic. I was freshly made and unstable and a working that large and that recent would produce side effects, sensitivity, misfiring responses to contact. That was what it was. That was the only thing it was.

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

"Of course! As long as Lord Blood God does not disdain me, I am willing to give my all for you!" A slight smile appeared on the Blood God's lips. Victor had been gravely ill, close to death. At the critical moment, Patrick had helped Victor, making him sacrifice himself to the Blood God and turning him into a puppet of the Blood God, thereby extending his life. Now, Victor has become a part of the Blood God. As long as the Blood God lives, Victor will continue to exist, as if he had obtained immortality. When Victor was terminally ill, he always longed for eternal life, and now his wish had come true.

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”