Tainted Blood Genshin Impact Novels & Stories

Gotcha. I compressed the taint with my magic, corralling it into a single entity. It fought, writhing and struggling for freedom while my alter egos fenced it in. My sorcery spun beneath it, maji power crushing it with fire and my own blood still seeping from my arm, condensing it, tighter and tighter. It floated higher, rising to eye-level as it spun into facets, the size of a watermelon, a baseball, finally flashing on its edges as it imploded into a stone no bigger than a pea. My vampire forced my hand out, opened my fingers, my palm itching with the need to pull away even as the gem spun on its axis before dropping into my waiting hand. The hard edges hummed with life, but I no longer fe

He bit hard, again and again. I screamed, trying desperately to wiggle myself away. He didn't stop his rough torture, I tasted my own blood when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, my stomach roiled, my lungs cried from lack of oxygen, I saw black dots and thought I would pass out when he abruptly pulled away, but the fingers in my hair remained intact. My lips hurt badly and his lips were stained with what I knew was my blood. His eyes never left mine as his tongue darted to lick the blood.

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

The shaman responded looking intensely at the liquid. It wasn't a full Moon but the moon shone brightly over our heads. The shaman traces a circle around the stone basin with ash and salt, whispering incoherent words. The earth trembles slightly, and hazy green light seeps from beneath the dirt ground signifying the stir of Gaia’s presence. Jace, on the shaman's directive cuts his palm with a silver blade and lets the blood drip into the basin, I watched as the silver-crimson liquid began to sizzle violently as it recognized the tainted lineage blood.

We have to do this to make sure no one can suspect our suggestions on the wall anymore,’ I responded. ‘I know, but this is cruel,’ Talia sighed. Marco handed Talia the container of mad rogue blood. She took it and held it carefully. Talia opened the container. “How are we supposed to know that blood is infected? It could be anything else,” Landon interjected. “We’re just going to have to find out, then,” Colin responded before I could. Landon opened his mouth to say something but closed it when I glared at him. I had enough of his interruptions.

I gestured to the sick beds, where Tatekulu’s chest barely rose and Calancha’s glasses sat crooked on his pale face. Deva’s smile didn’t soften and his eyes were sharp. “You drank the enlightenment water in Gurudongmar, Valentina. First from Sikkim then when you met Jalal at gorg cave . It’s a spiritual shield, amplifying the protection in your blood—Gilgamesh’s blood. You are the flowerbearer” “You carry ancient blood both from Sumerian kings and giants" he said and looked at me. ”I’m sure your little IT expert Matteo told you all about the DNA analysis” Deva Prain said cooly.

"We're... related?" "Distantly. Seventeenth generation on your mother's side. Twenty-second on mine." I touched my belly where our child grew. "But enough connection that our blood recognizes itself." "That's why the corruption affects me more," he realized. "Marcus's blood magic works because we share more than just the mate bond. We share origin."

Before the man holding the gun at her could realize what she was doing, Serena drove the heavy, razor-sharp crystal upward with every single ounce of strength left in her body, slamming it directly into his groin. The impact was devastating. The crystal shattered further upon impact, tearing through fabric and flesh. A horrific, strangled shriek tore from the assassin's throat as dark blood instantly spurted out, splattering across the pristine white marble floor and staining the hem of Serena's midnight-blue gown and her hands and arms; some of the blood even splattered on her face. The man collapsed instantly, clutching his torn groin as he curled into a tight, trembling ball, crying and w

She didn't just type; she navigated the complex directories Elias had struggled with, her eyes tracking the scrolling data as if she were reading a familiar story. "See? Look here!" she barked, tapping a fingernail against a specific intersection of genetic sequences. "The boy didn't just 'cage' the rot. He purged it. In the womb, his Alpha lineage fought so hard that he flooded his mother’s system with his own blood to protect her. He didn't just stay a Blackwood boy; he turned his mother’s veins into a battlefield." She pulled up a side-by-side comparison of Ginny’s current blood markers and the "pure" human samples.

she kissed him, then she remembered the other thing she wanted to know “Do you have any birthmarks?” “What?” “Birthmark, do you have any on your body” “Yeah, I have one on my leg, why?” “Rota was explaining what “The Blood” meant. She said everyone with Ziion blood in their veins had a birthmark, but as the planets united people mixed and the Ziion blood lines were tainted. She said our birthmarks are big because our blood is pure. Which leg?” “I never knew that, my right leg, on the back of my calf.”