Skyrim Harvest Orc Blood Novels & Stories

Daxon said, stepping closer, his playful demeanor gone, "the dark looks back." "I don't have a choice." I grabbed the heavy silver scrying bowl. I didn't reach for the pitcher of water. Water was too gentle for this. I grabbed the athame from Daxon's hand. "Hey....." he started, but I'd already sliced my palm. "Blood for blood," I whispered. I let the thick red drops hit the silver basin. "Show me the Harvest." The vision hit me like a physical blow to the skull. I wasn't in the library anymore. I was cold. Freezing. The smell of rot and rain filled my lungs.

being the one who provoked the other party, be the first to drop your blood," the oracle said and Jared took the knife. He slashed it across his palm and dropped a few drops of blodd to the water in the bowl. I saw the clear water start to turn crimson as the blood mixed with it. The blood was swirling in it like it had a life of its own. The oracle took the knife and gave it to me. I repeated what Jared had done and watched as my blood mixed with his in the bowl. I then watched as the slash across my palm healed and the remaining blood go back to the closing wound.

A declaration that we were here, together, as one pack to receive her blessings. The Oracle’s voice cut through the night next, loud and laced with ancient power. “We call upon the Mother. She who bled the moon and bore the wolf. Bless these children of your light. Bring forth their truth.” We all stepped forward. One by one, we were handed goblets by the Oracle’s assistant. The liquid inside shimmered with a strange, dark iridescent light. It was filled with Kieran’s blood but somehow I couldn't preserve that metallic scent.