Skyrim Harvest Wood Elf Blood Novels & Stories

The High chief said, lifting his staff to shut Rasmus up, "I know who you are and I know that you will do anything to help your son." "I will, High Chief. I have gold, I have lands, and I know the King. Anything you need." Rasmus babbled, trying not to lose the opportunity to heal his son. Yaris turned around now and made as if to walk away. "Your son can only be cured by us. Yet, we need the blood of his old mate. The girl." "But..." "You will get her, and we can help you. But you must do something in return." The elderly Elf smiled knowingly, eyes glinting suddenly.

I give him a quick nod, not wanting to offend the only brother who might be on my side. A tea kettle suddenly appears on the table, and the brother begins to pour the liquid heaven into my cup, my lips already wet in anticipation of tasting the tea once more. "It's my creation. When Tobias mentioned you were coming over, I gathered some herbs grown here and used some of the spare blood gifted to us by our close cousins, the elves, and created this tea that I've named bloodroot." He states, passing the cup over to me. I take a small sip from the cup, humming in appreciation, before pushing it off to the side. I'll have to limit the amount I drink, I can't afford any distractions, and elven bl

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The saliva of these frogs, which comes out of their nose is very poisonous in that it can burn your skin until the core. We successfully passed Yulo and now we are on the front of the third and last forest before Domlur, the forest Wadek. There is nothing special about this forest aside from it being wide. “We’ll succeed in our hunt in no time,” Rendall smirked as he stood proudly with both hands holding his waist. “We should be more aware of our surroundings,” I interrupted as I saw an unusual scratch on some trees in front of us. I snapped my finger which immediately caught Quinn and Rendall’s attention. I put my index finger close enough to my lips and slowly put down the baggage and brin

My voice came out a croak, throat raw and dry as sandpaper. “Deep in the old woods,” she answered, pressing me gently back down with a firm but kind hand on my shoulder. “Far enough from the main patrols and that cursed facility. Safe for now.” She reached for a tin cup on the small table beside the pallet, steam curling lazily from its surface. “Drink slow. Willow bark, yarrow, and a few things I forage in secret. It’ll help the bleeding and keep infection away. You lost a lot of blood out there.”

Ophelia came toward me in a long white gown, took my hand, leaned in close to my ear: "Do you like the dress? It was dyed in Nyssa's blood." Damien stepped down from the high seat. He stopped in front of me and said to Ophelia, "She doesn't look well. You're carrying — blood near you tonight is bad luck. Have her taken back below." Ophelia hooked her arm through his and shook her head, soft. "Darling, Elara is the one who saved me. I want her at my side until the end of the feast." She turned to the elders. "Begin." The old Beta lifted a cup. "To Thorne pack. To the seven Elf sacred trees we burned this year." Four hundred wolves raised their cups.

Instead, he lifted it to his own throat. “No!” I gasped, reaching for his wrist, but too late. The edge nicked skin, shallow but precise. Immediately the scent hit me. It wasn’t just in the air…it invaded me, crawling into my lungs with every breath. Warm, rich, metallic sweetness unfurled in the room, clinging heavy as honey, sparking sharp as lightning across my nerves. Elf blood. His blood. It didn’t reek of iron the way human blood did. No, it smelled alive—ripe, forbidden, like temptation itself distilled into something I was never meant to taste. Every cell in my body strained toward it, trembling with hunger I had fought for hours to silence.

Hesitant but determined, I spoke up. “I have it. The blood. When she forged that sword, I collected what spilled into a container. It’s been preserved in the inner temples beneath the Northwoods ruins.” Aria gasped softly beside me in surprise. The godmother shook her head, a look of approval on her face. “Wise choice. That blood is of inestimable value, it will save her.” “Just tell me what to do,” I said, my voice raw with urgency.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”