Novelas y relatos de The Corrupted Blood Incident

But she hadn’t been paying attention to her bearings when she was with Gerta. She turned a corner and tripped on something wet, falling flat on her ass. Blood. It was a giant pool of blood. A giant bloodstain filled the corridor, getting bigger as more blood flowed from the necks of two dead guards. They had been ripped open, and she couldn’t tell if the murderers had used knives or fangs… Scarlett stood and tried to wipe the blood off her skin with her own clothes, but all she did was stain them and get more blood onto her arms and hands. It was sticky and warm, and it made her feel sick.

As the blood was only used by a select few, the bad batch still remained. The poison was only supposed to affect Reyland, not anyone else. The fact that Dorien was suffering from the blood, made the heir panic more than anything else. “Reyland! What have you done to me!” Dorien cursed as he passed out. The older shifters in the room stared at each other. “Do you…have anything left over from…” Corien asked haltingly. “Yes! I do!” Byron exclaimed, rushing out of the room. “Alpha, what is going on?” Gravan rasped.

"A few rogues—four in total—managed to get through our defenses. They came in and started attacking, but we took care of them fairly easily. But… the end result was the same." There was a pause, a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of what Damien was about to say settle over us. Caroline’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. She wasn’t expecting this. None of us were. I knew it, and Damien’s next words confirmed that. "Black blood," Damien continued, his voice dropping lower, almost as if the words themselves were dangerous to speak. "Their bodies decayed at a phenomenal rate. We’ve never seen anything like it before."

The corruption pulsed violently in my veins. With a snarl, I slammed his head against the edge of the metal table. Once, twice, three times. Each impact was accompanied by a sickening crack, until his skull caved in like a rotten melon. Blood and thicker things splattered across the sterile white floor. Blood ran down my hand as I held him. I dropped his ruined corpse, breathing hard. The corruption purred with satisfaction, reveling in the warmth of fresh blood on my skin. With a savage twist, I snapped his neck. His body crumpled, knocking over a tray of instruments with a deafening clatter.

I growl back, ready to dodge at a moments notice. As if pulled by some unknown force, Coro and I lunge towards each other. His sharp canines are directed to my throat and I suppress a chuckle. How predictable of him to go right for the kill. With quick footwork, I twist my body around to his left side and drag my claws along his flank. He howls with pain. Turning to snap at my hind leg but I leap out of the way and retreat to a safe distance. I am surprised to see black blood dripping from his wound, droplets falling onto the snow white flowers instantly causing them to whither away and die. His blood must be the answer to the Soulless crisis.

Thinking for myself was already problematic enough if you ask me. It took a while, but once everyone had gathered, Alpha Fenrir addressed us with a sense of gravitas that I found somehow unlike him. "It has come to my attention that the forest area near Blood Moon has been infested by corrupted," he announced, his voice resonating with quiet intensity. "This is no coincidence, of course. It is likely the work of Alpha Phelan. What his purpose is exactly, I have no idea, but that hardly matters." "I find this hard to believe. Releasing the corrupted holds no benefit for Phelan. May I ask who gave this news?" One of the viziers asked.

There, buried beneath layers of stone, they found the central corruption node. It was huge—a massive stone carved with dark runes, pulsing with malevolent void energy. "This is what killed my family," Rosemary said quietly, staring at it. "Three hundred years ago, the dark witches activated something just like this." "Then we'll make sure it can never be used that way again," Hope said firmly. The four of them surrounded the corrupted stone. Austin and the others had to stay back—being too close to the corruption made them physically ill. Rosemary placed her hands on the stone and felt its hatred. This wasn't just void energy. This was concentrated malice, shaped and focused with one purpose

“This is how we get it.” Their gazes clashed long enough to spark. Finally Alpha Malric looked at me instead. “You can refuse,” he said. I held his eyes. “I will not.” Something moved behind his expression then, something like reluctant pride wrapped in fear. “Do it,” I told Orrin. The needle pricked my finger. A drop of my blood welled. Orrin let one drop of the infected sample meet it on the glass plate. Instead of spreading dark, the corruption thinned. The color paled, then broke apart like smoke in wind.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.