The Witcher Blood Of Elves Novels & Stories

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

The fuck? I turn, surveying the street more closely, and that's when I see it. The carvings on the wall to my left. Carefully sketched works of mages summoning things from the ground. Wolvens leaping at people's throats…the sharpness of the victims' ears tells me they are elves. Men with weapons carrying out several acts of savagery. And….

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“How do I destroy the magic guarding the southern packs?” The seer stood motionless for a beat, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward me. “You already know the answer. But you’ve buried it.” I frowned. “Speak clearly.” He inhaled slowly. “The blood needed… is the Blood of Elarion. Pure. Ancient. Sacrosanct. The only blood that can break the Fullbinding.” “Where do I find it?” His answer came like the chime of a death bell. “It flows in Georgia.”

Make him regret drawing breath in your presence. Thal’rean murmured calmly, No mercy for the hounds of the Holy Order. The werewolf buckled, blood spilling from his mouth. “I won’t tell—” “You don’t need to,” Elias whispered, voice smooth as silk. “Your soul already did.” He reached forward and pressed a hand to the man’s chest. For a moment, there was silence. Then a single pulse of magic. The werewolf’s body collapsed into dust, no blood, no mess—just gone.

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

​I crawled up the side of the bed, my vision blurring. ​"Did it work?" I choked out, grabbing his shoulder. ​Kaelen looked at me. His amber eyes were wide, completely shocked. He pressed his hand to his chest. The skin was raw and blistered from the heat of my blood, but the frost was gone. ​"It's... it's gone," he breathed, staring at my bleeding hand. He reached out and gently pulled my hand toward him, his eyes filling with absolute horror. "Elara... What did you do? That was blood magic."

He just held his arm out to her, the blood flowing freely, and waited. What are you doing? Ela asked. Her voice was flat, but there was something underneath it, something she had not felt in weeks. Curiosity, maybe. Or the ghost of concern. Or the faintest flicker of the girl she used to be. Nikolai knelt beside the bed. His gold eyes never left hers. The blood oath, he said. The oldest magic. Stronger than the bond. Stronger than the curse. Stronger than anything Lukas can do. It requires a sacrifice. A willing sacrifice. My blood for your blood. My life for your life. He reached out with his bleeding arm and touched his fingers to her lips. The blood was warm and wet, and she tasted copper

Lea asked suddenly. "You want to know about them?" “Yes. Rebecca mentioned that I might have half-elf blood. What kind of creature is an Elf, exactly, Drex?” “I’m not entirely sure, Lea. I’m only fifty years old. Elves existed during the time of the Lycans' ancestors. From what I’ve heard, they are beautiful creatures who can master the elements—water, fire, air, light, and earth. They can also hear forest spirits and speak to animals," Drex explained.