Novel & Cerita The Blood Trials

Alina walks towards me and threw something on the floor, I look at it and it was a bag of blood, I latch on to it like I haven't eaten in years UNKNOWN Aria drinks the whole bag of blood, we couldn't believe what we were seeing in front of us, Aria is a vampire? That's impossible, how. "W-what's going on, w-why is she......" I questions. "This is impossible, right?" I asked Alina who only watches her carefully. "You should be asking yourself that question. I want you to remember something of that day, how many hours away when you fed her your blood before she was killed?" She asked then I realized what she's saying.

and then I can give you my blood to heal”, Elvin was saying all this about vapire blood healing me somehow so that I become healthy again but I was not able to wrap my head around anything, since I know I trust him, I didn’t even hesitated for a second and immediately said, “I allow you to heal me” Those words were enough for Elvin and without wasting any more time he quickly buried his sharp teeth into the deep skin of his wrist and within seconds there was a huge pile of blood flowing from one of his vein which he very casually placed over a wine glass and in front of my eyes his blood got mixed into the red wine making it impossible for anyone to figure out that there was a vampire blood

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

Linda didn't wait for her reply, but turned to the safe, unlocking it with the key that hung around her neck. Juliette watched nervously, her hands sweaty and her heart racing steadily against her ribs. Juliette yelped as she pulled out a small needle, and a paper looking thing. "What is that?" Juliette asked hoarsely, swallowing a large lump in her throat. "Before you go to the 30 day trial, two tests must be done, and the one i do is the blood test." Juliette shivered at the word blood; the word she hated most in the whole world.

In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood. "This is the Ritual of Blood," Vera announced, her voice carrying through the chamber. "The first trial of the Competition. Each of you will approach the basin and offer your most painful memory. You will cut your palm and let your blood fall into the fire. The fire will show us your truth. And the Council will judge." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "The strongest memory," Vera continued, "is the one that causes the most pain. The competitor whose memory burns brightest will be declared the winner of this trial."

He tried to stand up, but his body gave out, and he slumped back down. Turning his trembling gaze toward me, he asked, "Camilla, did you bribe the entire world to lie for you today? Your mom is obviously alive. Why is everyone saying she's dead?" As soon as he finished speaking, one of the wild dogs shook its head violently while tearing at flesh, causing a bloody piece of skin to land right in front of him. Adrian instinctively raised his arm to shield himself. He stepped back in disgust. But as he fixed his gaze on the piece of flesh, realization dawned on him, and the color drained from his face.

The Blood Moon Trials were not designed for survival. They were brutal elimination arenas where fully trained wolves slaughtered each other for status, territory, and political favor. Even experienced fighters died there every year. And the elders had knowingly told a wolfless girl to enter them. Not because they believed she could survive. Because they expected her not to. “But that isn’t even the worst part,” Ravenna whispered suddenly. Her voice cracked badly enough that my attention sharpened immediately. Slowly, she lifted her eyes toward me, and the agony sitting inside them made something violent move beneath my skin.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

He was a little nervous. This was his night. The elders had already begun the preparations— anointing his forehead with sacred oils, murmuring the old words. The Healers would examine his wolf after the shift, and the Alphas would test his aura to see if he was worthy of becoming the next Royal Beta. And then there was the Trial of the Blood Moon— an ancient custom where the candidate had to hold their shifted form under the direct light of the blood moon for an hour without faltering. It says, the blood moon takes away our power, and only a few passed on their first attempt.

“We were healers once. Long ago, before the Council decided who was allowed to teach, who was allowed to know. There were packs… ancient ones… who believed healing was sacred. Passed down through bloodlines, not ranks.” Mira listens in silence. ilI catch the flicker of understanding in her eyes. “But then came the Blood trials.” Her brow furrows. “I’ve heard that name. Whispers. Nothing more.” “Because they don’t want the truth remembered,” I murmur, voice tightening. “The trials were a purge. A way for those in power to strip others of it. Herbalists, Bone-singers… Anyone who knew the old ways were silenced, labeled dangerous. Because we knew too much. We saw