Novel & Cerita The Corrupted Blood Incident

Everything was over and he made sure of it by clawing at his neck. Blood vessels burst. Garth's blood spilled everywhere. Screams and cries erupted. Cora was hysterical. "Garth!" Usher froze. He saw Garth's body crumple to the ground, his face covered in Garth's blood. *

“Because this doesn’t just happen, Kali. Blood doesn’t change color overnight.” She took a shaky step toward me, eyes glistening. “I swear, Zara, I don’t know why. After training this morning, I checked my wound and it—” Her voice broke. “It was dark. I didn’t understand it either.” My mind raced, every warning Lilith ever whispered crashing back into me. Malicious magic. Corruption. Blackened blood. Kali saw something in my expression, because she reached for my hand, desperation tightening her voice. “Please, Zara. Don’t tell anyone. Please.”

"But we will if you force us. We're not the frightened fugitives you're used to hunting. We're transformed. We're bonded. We're powerful. And we're protected by forces you don't want to anger." As if summoned by my words, the Triarchs arrive—all three of them, flanked by crystal guards. "The Moon Sanctum attacks within our walls," Triarch Sulani says, her voice cold with fury. "In violation of every treaty and agreement we've maintained for decades. Explain yourself, Elder Corwin." Corwin looks between us, the Triarchs, and his own scattered forces. And I see the moment he realizes he's made a terrible mistake. "We were... retrieving a dangerous individual," he says weakly.

“Her parents were murdered some years ago. Apartment fire. The formal reason was gang-related violence. No arrests." My jaw tightens. "Which gang?" Lucas answers too slowly by a half. “One of the smaller parties which became afterwards merged in our operations in Madrid.” The room feels colder. I grab the pill out of his hand and read the information myself. The date. The location. The order chain. A cleaning-up job is permitted to prevent exposure. My approval. Not direct. Not intentional. But real. "Why was this buried?" I ask. “It was collateral damage,” I say to Lucas, I say. “It was believed to be at the time.”

, and scalding wolf blood poured straight over my head. Sizzle… The pure Alpha pressure contained in the blood was like acid to an Omega. Agony swept through me in an instant. I let out a muffled groan as I trembled and collapsed to my knees. Michelle didn't apologize. Instead, she pointed at me, her voice sharp and shrill. "You filthy thing. How dare you touch a sacred blessing with your dirty hands!" My body was soaked in burning wolf blood. I could clearly feel my skin curling and reddening the instant it touched the liquid. A scorched stench of seared flesh mixed with thick blood filled the air, making my stomach churn.

Chapter 4: Crimson Cathedral Three days after the incident in the northern industrial district, Valenfort was shrouded in an unnaturally thick fog. The sun no longer rose, only faint streaks of light struggled through the crimson haze. Panic spread among the people as new disappearances mounted. Blood-drained corpses were found across the city. The Hunters’ Headquarters had become a fortress. Every patrol unit was mobilized, yet no one dared speak the truth that the Blood King had returned.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

Blood flowed freely over my back, but I couldn’t feel an ounce of pain as if I had grown numb. “Corruption…” Dicken stared at me as he growled those syllables from between his teeth. Suddenly, he was clenching on his chest and shoved his hand firmly under his own clothes, slicing a hole on his body from which blue blood flowed. I could see that his blood was vaguely glimmering in blue light, and some thin lines were squirming in his blood as if there were some worms trying to crawl out, and his eyes were jet-black once again, the white of his eyes covered by a black mist.

I didn’t even realize it in that moment. Only one thought lingered as blood spilled onto the ground. Between the two of us… I don’t know who truly claimed Ned’s corrupted wolf spirit. Maybe it doesn’t even matter anymore. “Someone’s coming! I’ll take him, Gwen!” Soren hissed, dragging Ned’s collapsing body away before it could be seen. “Lynn?” My vision was already blurring. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think clearly, only the warm, sticky blood beneath my hands grounded me in the horror of it all.

-I will," he said as he kissed her lip and got out of the car, already smelling the strange smell of ashes. Entering the hallway the smell of blood had intensified and, disguisedly, he sniffed the air and realized to himself that there was human and vampire blood mixed with gunpowder. The staff looked at each other, terrified of so much blood splattered all over the corridor and that mysterious pile of ashes at the back of the hospital and the disappearance of the patients and nurses and doctors from the night shift, only they had already cleaned up a little there were buckets of bloody water and others of pure water around. At the police station Sergio and Malvina were very apprehensive in