Tainted Blood Genshin Impact Novels & Stories

And see what you really are. The pool rippled. The steam cleared. I looked. The water showed me not my reflection. It showed me my blood. Dark, thick, pulsing with light—gold and black intertwined, woven together like threads in a tapestry. The bloodline of Kaelen, the golden light of the Lycan prince. And the bloodline of the shadow, the dark hunger that had been passed from vessel to vessel for centuries. They were not separate. They had never been separate. Not in me. Marcus had made sure of that.

I lifted my eyelids and tried to focus on Jinx shaking his head and mumbling about something not being good. "The beast infected Noah's shadow wolf's blood. It's going to alter his DNA and mind and hopefully not cause his darkness to overrun him," Dagon murmured in regret. I looked up at him and said no. My eyes closed and I must have fainted. I woke up again sometime later with an IV in my arm and gold blood flowing within it. I sat up and glanced around the pack room in my lodge that still stood. The blood was bagged and not from a living source. I yelled out and a lovely woman came in. I recalled that her name was Sara. She came in and started to remove the needle from my arm.

“Really. Oh, gosh! Thanks, to the Moon Goddess!” “What’s the bad news?” Gio does not even give me several seconds to absorb the good news. Ever the realistic, this one. “Is this the part that you’re going to tell me about our tainted bloodline?” My heart flips. I want to know about our heritage. What’s causing our delayed wolves? Why does it only happen to the women? What can we do to fix it? So many questions run in my head. "It's not called, 'tainted bloodline'..." Aunt Bree finally responds.

“It’s the blood! “When blood drops onto the blood talisman, golden light will emerge! “There are a total of 3,999 mysterious runes here. With so many of us here, it should be enough to drip the blood drop by drop! The blood paste in the blood pool can replenish our blood. It shouldn’t be a problem.” Jade said happily. However, regardless of Alex, Phoenix, or Jade, the blood they had dripped on the runes had no effect. The three people looked at Juvia simultaneously. “Only her blood is useful!”

The head thought so, but the soft body in his arms had an attraction like never before that made Riven completely unable to move. Brawen's throat was dry with thirst. Damn, every time you get seriously injured, lose a lot of blood or exceed a small limit, your body will crave blood. Brawen wanted to stop, but her lips kept finding Riven's neck. Eirc's blood is very fragrant, it is like a mixture of 1/5 pure blood and 4/5 human blood. It really drives her crazy. Just as the tip of his tongue was about to glide over Riven's wound, the infinity thread caught his eye and Brawen froze. She can't do that, even if she dies, she can't.

He gently puts me back on my feet and I look at him in confusion. “Your shoulder.” He says. I look down to see my entire side from my shoulder covered with blood. The huge bite the boy took gapes open, looking like it has no intention of healing. I didn’t notice it earlier because of everything happening at once but now just the sight of the wound is ghastly enough to make me swoon. Why am I not healing? “You’ll be fine.” He says, ripping a piece of his cloak and tying it around the shoulder. I don’t even have the presence of mind to argue that he would ruin his royal attire for a mere maid like me. “You’ve just come too close to the Mizuki taint.”

The blood-stained memories flooded my mind, the haunting images of my parents' lifeless bodies and the wreckage of our shattered lives. "No, Vincenzo. Please, I can't," I pleaded, my voice quivering with fear. I pointed to his car, my trembling finger betraying the turmoil within me. "I can see their faces. I can see the blood everywhere. I can't bear it." The crimson stains seemed to seep into every corner of my vision, a constant reminder of the irreversible tragedy. The voices in my head taunted me, repeating the accusations that tore at my soul. The weight of guilt threatened to consume me, overwhelming any semblance of hope or peace.

I was finding it hard to believe that the sunstone wanted to keep the tainted blood within it, making me wonder if there was another source of power at play from within it. Closing my eyes, I opened my mind, as I tried to pinpoint what this other source of power could be, while I held my ground trying to extract the blood. As soon as I opened my mind to this source of power, a rush of emotions began to flood into me like a tsunami, taking me by surprise.

Kirill’s smirk deepened as his fingers grazed over the syringe as he lifted it. “What does it look like, dear sister?” he mused, drawing the liquid into the syringe. “I’m tying up loose ends. That’s what family does, isn’t it? Protects its legacy. We’ve wiped every trace of your existence—no name, no records, no past. To the world, you don’t exist. Why keep you alive, when you are invisible to the world?”

He failed. But in failing, he damaged it. Even now, the original magic still lived inside the blade. Weakened. Unstable. But real. And real was enough to get her out if everything went to hell. “You chose this intentionally,” Talia said. “Yes.” “In case she forces something?” “In case she tries to use me.” That was the truth of it. Talia had learned from Kaela that Sera’s blood reacted violently to corruption, like an assassin with a conscience.