The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

So he took a twig, bowed his head and started tracing runes on the ground, singing an unfamiliar melody that still came to his mind: There is no sun that the moon cannot overcome The day the debt is paid, tremble Kattegat, tremble When the iron meets the shield, tremble When songs grow from blood fed soils, tremble Whether he has to raze entire villages to write long exploit runes with blood, A Viking will end up paying his debt And so Kattegat, tremble, tremble The Drakkars will tell you to fear his fury The horses will cry out to you his arrival As he comes from far away, Tremble Kattegat, tremble. As he continued to sing, he could feel the rage that burned his soul. A tear fell from his r

He couldn’t just snuff her life out like it meant nothing at all. “This is what happens when you use Vetur against me. I am your mate, you will never attack me that way again,” he stated calmly. His dagger slid across her throat, turning her cries into a wet gurgle. Blood flowed from the wound, drenching the front of her pale pink dress in crimson. Her mouth opened and closed struggling to make words and speak the agony she was experiencing. Her eyelids drooped and resignation settled in her features. Hands that’d been trying to stem the flow of blood slowly drifted down to her side. I stared, unable to move, unable to speak as I watched the light bleed from her eyes and her body go limp.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

I growled and spat like fire out of a dragon's mouth. He hesitated. I pushed my claw deeper into his side, shattering his ribs. He screamed and rattled like a poisoned rat. “Tell me!” I growled fiercely this time. I was sure he would confess any minute. “Vargthorn!” He screamed. “They are heading back to Vargthorn!” My knees buckled for a moment. Then rage stepped in. I wrapped my paws around his head and crushed it, spilling his dead brains all over the ground.

“Not because they meant anything to me. But because every time I looked at her, every time I tried to convince myself she was mine, I could look at these and remember she wasn’t.” He pauses, then adds, “She was his.” The silence after that is absolute. I know, without question, that whatever Veyra is becoming, whatever blood is burning in her veins now… it’s not just the Velhara. It’s Varric’s blood, and none of us are ready for what that means.

The butter was freshly made, and there were dried fruits to be eaten along with with. But I could not taste a thing. Everything was bitter in my mouth. I blinked repeatedly, trying to wipe the memory of the blood on the floor. That was lord Vargen’s blood. Was it not? I thought to myself, my heart pounding as I struggled to breathe. I thought they said it was nothing to him..? Why had he bled so much? My brows drew as I stared at my hands. I lifted my gaze, watching the servants as they chatted, my eyes briefly shifted to Bujok, his head was lowered as he ate, and I could not see much of his face.

Still, he doesn’t bow his head. “I came to bargain,” he grits out. You came to bleed. The altar drinks his blood like a starving thing. The walls begin to pulse with veins of light, red and sickly. The air tastes of copper and grave soil. You know what I am. “Yes.” Then you know what I want. Arwan doesn’t flinch. He forces himself to stand, despite the agony crawling up his spine. “Take it,” he says hoarsely. “Take all of it.”