Novel & Cerita The Corrupted Blood Incident

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Jan saw Hendrick coming out of the forest behind them, carrying the other goblin. “Yes, these two are behind it,” said Coralis. “They look monstrous,” said Jan before looking at the blood on Veronica, Coralis and Eva. “Are you okay, we have a doctor in the church.” “Think about what they’ve done to your town. These are the true monsters out there,” said Hendrick. “We’re fine, don’t worry,” said Coralis. Two hours later, there was no trace of what had taken place in the clearing and the hunter's cabin. While Coralis spoke with Veronica and Hendrick, Eva called High Mage Finnas.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

I wouldn't let her shut me out again. Her eyes grew panicked, and her hand tightened across her mouth, as if she could force the puke back in by willpower alone. She tried to pull away, to escape. I didn't let her. I pulled her hand away from her mouth. In the next few seconds, my greatest fears were realized. Cora threw up. Dark red, thick, clumpy blood that splattered over us both, staining the floor and both our hands. She kept coughing and heaving, and it kept coming, that torrent of death.

Because the bond was made from flesh and blood of a Muxue, despite having all the demonic power in him, a result of his corruption, he could not break free. As heartless as he was, Yan wanted Xiyu, as the new owner of the island to be as unemotional and brutal as he was. He intended to train her to walk in his footsteps as the last of the Muxues. Of course, she need not be the last if she could find herself a partner. But who was even worthy enough of a Muxue heiress? The teleportation platform had been activated through the blood of a Muxue along with blood from someone worthy. His hunch informed him that this man had to be the bizarre man who he had awarded the fur coat to. There could be

A plague designed to spread through the pack, weakening us from within before the Conclave. “Let me try something,” I said, moving to Senna’s bedside. “Lyra, we don’t know what this corruption is,” Iris warned. “Your blood might make it worse.” “Or it might cure it,” I said. “We won’t know unless we try.” I drew a shallow cut across my palm, letting blood well up. Senna’s eyes flew open at the scent, wild and unfocused, her wolf rising with unnatural hunger. Before anyone could stop her, she lunged, her teeth sinking into my bleeding hand.

Seraphine shouted sharply. The warning hit instantly. Because everyone understood what that meant. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “It spreads through contact?” Varis answered grimly. “If the corruption fully stabilizes—yes.” Kael blinked slowly. “…Fantastic. We’ve officially upgraded to supernatural infection.” Tavian lunged at Ronan again with unnatural speed. Ronan blocked the strike— but Tavian twisted mid-motion and drove corrupted claws across Ronan’s side. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. Nightfall wolves growled violently.

I let the blood drip into it, watching the jar fill halfway before I pulled back, willing my Alpha genes to let the cut start to knit itself closed. Allen sealed the jar, then reached for the runestone that he had trapped the black mist in. He carefully brought the runestone close to the jar of my blood, close enough that the glass almost touched. Suddenly, my blood began to move, and tiny black tendrils sprouted from my blood, writhing and clawing toward the corrupted magic. The sight made my stomach lurch. “What the actual hell,” I muttered. Allen didn’t look surprised. “Seems I was right,” he said grimly. “Your blood knows it.”

They were charging against the trapped door of my will. Without a straw of consciousness, I drifted like a zombie toward Alyssa. She didn't notice the wild expression of my killer face when I took her wounded hand in mine. My tight clutch caused a fresh amount of blood to flow appetizingly in my feverish vision. Alyssa frowned in confusion as I watched the red fluid running. Until I could no longer resist it anymore. I put Alyssa's bleeding finger into my mouth. "No! Viv! Don't," Alyssa cried. "Don't do that, it's gross!"

Sighing Zadicus put his hand on his waist. “If I hadn’t, this place would have become a bloodbath.” He responded calmly. “It is a fucking bloodbath!” Kriss whisper-yelled, losing his mind by the vileness traveling in him. “Can’t you see the quantity of people lying dead here?!” Kriss snarled, resenting the very sight. The fact that his hands are tainted in pure blood. “So what? Chester was going to do this, with or without me.” Zadicus argued.