Savior Of Divine Blood Wiki Novels & Stories

“Chester McHale… He told me to come find you. He said you’d keep me safe.” My head spins. Now that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again. “Chet?” I mumble in disbelief. “Who the hell are you?” “It’s raining in the Sahara,” she rasps before she goes limp, unconscious. The air whooshes out of my lungs. It’s a code. I owe Chet McHale my life, and it seems he’s finally calling in that favor. It looks like my past really has caught up to me, just not in the way I expected.

The last pure source of flameblood in existence. They drained her slowly, preserved her suffering. Her blood fed the next generation of cultivators, her pain honored in rituals of twisted reverence. They called her “Mother of the Feast.” And they had hoped that if she birthed a child... they would find that child too. Because to them, Saphiren blood is not sacred.... It is currency. Unfortunately, the baby supposedly died. What they did not know was she was one flame that had defied fate and she was coming for them.

One moment Salvatore was standing there, smirking; the next, Leonard had the man's wrist in a grip so tight that Isabella saw Salvatore's fingers turning white. "Let me be clear," Leonard said, his voice still conversational despite the violence in his posture. "My wife is untouchable. She doesn't have a price. She isn't available. Not now, not ever." He released Salvatore's wrist with a slight push. "The next hand that reaches for her without permission will not remain attached to its owner. Do we understand each other?"

He was now being accused of attempted murder. Tamashi was only thinking of one line, playing on loop in his head. ‘What the hell?’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 1

"Don't try to change the subject. The wolfsbane in Sophia's system is incurable — only Moon Goddess's Pure Blood can suppress and purify it." My pupils contracted. He knew about my bloodline. Moon Goddess's Pure Blood was a gift the Moon Goddess had bestowed upon the diviner lineage. Our blood could suppress wolfsbane and heal any fatal wound. But if a Pure Blood bearer lost too much, their divination gift would weaken — and their life would shorten. Theodore knew all of this. He didn't care. I'd thought I was past hurting. But the pain still ripped through my chest like a wound torn fresh.

"You all will be obedient little girls and surrender yourselves right now." "How are we sure you wouldn't still kill us if we did so?" Sarah yelled. Armo chuckled wickedly. "Clever girl. Fortunately for you, you are untouchable because you're invaluable, black widow. In fact, you are worth millions of dollars to me, even more after this stunt you have just pulled. You are a wild horse whose spirit your buyer will enjoy breaking, but I can't guarantee that your friends will get clemency for this act of defiance."

He'd given a long sermon on how some of the practices and rituals the diviner might perform were harmful and needed to be done in the central forest where the moon goddess and all its forces could absorb them. We finally sat at the chair provided for us and it was time for me to step forward. From nowhere, my heart began to somersault again, drumming so hard against its chambers. What if Sane was just bluffing? I knelt before the diviner as he placed some items on my head, preparing for the incantations. I swallowed the hard gulp in my throat while I hoped everything worked out well. If I didn't have the divine blood, Sane wouldn't have been eager to kill me and extract my blood.

My divine blood began to flow steadily through the conduit. The poison seized the moment. It ignited, burning from the blood vessels into the bones, inch by inch, without pause. My fingers started to shake on their own. Something rose in my throat. I clamped down on it and made no sound. My divine power burned out within seconds. I felt like a lamp with the last of its oil gone. The flame flickered once and went out. In the last moment before I faded, one thought surfaced: if they ever find out that five years ago it was actually me who gave nearly all my divine blood to seal the Abyss and save them, and that Selene stole the credit, will they cry for me?

I looked over at Drake who was in deep thought. “Hey?” I asked “Are you okay?” He smiled and nodded. He looked at the people and then back at me. Finally he looked at Caroline. “Should I be feeling it?” he asked, and she smiled. “You all will,” she said. “The connection is to the blood that runs in your veins, the divine blood. You all as Divine Warriors share that connection I am led to believe.” Drake nodded and Aaron’s face lit up. “Of course!” he exclaimed, and we all looked at him.

A single drop slid from the golden fracture down the mirror’s surface and landed on the stone below. Red. Vivid. Alive. --- Naeria came running when she heard the alarm. Rowan followed close behind, already armored, his sword drawn. Kael emerged from the tent shirtless, Theron in his arms, Elira sleepily rubbing her eyes. Selene pointed in silence. Naeria approached, knelt by the bloodstain, and touched it with a gloved finger. She gasped. “It’s not ordinary blood,” she whispered. “It’s Divine.” Rowan went still.