Novel & Cerita The Witcher Blood Of Elves

Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace. Lilith smirked as she received the piece of paper. “Don’t go back on your word or you will regret it, Draven, or should I say, Carl?.” She warned and licked her lips playfully. He stood there, peering into her eyes expressionlessly. One would think, by her looks, that she was quite innocent and wasn’t able to harm a fly, but he knew not to be deceived. He knew that behind all that mask, she was truly a merciless and cold-hearted killer, and have seen her slay a lot of people, without remorse.

However, some members of the Pack weren't fast enough to put on their glasses and they immediately became hypnotized and started walking towards the range of the light to get their souls consumed. That same time, Tyrex wolves started descending again, their wings spread wide and their claws ready to slash. This became more difficult for the fighters. They had to try to stop the thousands that were heading to get their souls consumed, and they had to fight against the Tyrex wolves and worst of all, Dagon descended amongst them. " Where is the PureBlood girl?" Dagon asked. " She isn't here," Alpha Mike replied. " I can sense her presence, and I promise I will find her." Dagon said, transformin

The one elf crumbled to the floor as Rhychard blocked a swing from the second elf, the Warrior's attention frantic for the missing elf. Then he saw him, a bow in his hands, pulled taut, ready to fire. What the hell? Aren't swords bad enough? I really need a gun. The twang of the bow sounded. Rhychard reached out, grabbing the elf he fought and turning the creature around so that he stood in front of Rhychard just as the arrow reached him. The arrow went through the elf's shoulder, sticking out the other side, inches from Rhychard. The Warrior shoved the wounded elf to the ground, stepping on him in his rush to reach the dark elf with the bow just as the elf burst into ash. Green blood drippe

When she felt the enlargement of the circle she opened her eyes took the two knives beside her and stabbed both the witch and the human, she raised the knife up so that the blood on the knife will drip down on the spell book which she placed in the floor and immediately it did, they both blood merged together into one as she kept incarnating. Everywhere became dark and the moon was shining bright on her, the forest became void of trees but filled with graves of different shapes as though she was in a graveyard instead of a forest. The blood that merged together began to move at a very fast pace as she kept incarnating with her hands raised up to the sky. The blood stopped on the grave with t

For the first time that night, Violet managed to fade into the background, despite still being in front of the entire great hall. The nobles were getting eager for the night's next event—something Curzon hadn't mentioned to Violet—and no longer required her. The Blood King addressed the room, his voice booming. "Monarchs and nobles, let the Blood-letting begin! The moment you've been waiting all month for! Here are my gifts for your devoted service." The doors to the great hall opened again and two rows of elves walked in single file, each one bearing a different noble family's crest on the right side of their necks. Several more had the wolf of Ipsit stamped on their flesh. All marched to C

"I can't just sit back and do nothing. I have to do what's best for the Empire and the Empress." Georgia's expression softened, and she nodded. "I know, Grant. But sometimes your methods are...unorthodox." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "There's one thing that could help you right now. The blood of an elf." I looked at her, confusion etched on my face. "Elves don't exist, they've gone extinct." I said, my voice firm. Georgia scoffed, a wry smile spreading across her face. "I'm not talking about an actual elf, Grant. I'm referring to the herb, 'the blood of an elf'." Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

“She knows Lyra’s alive. And now she wants her to act recklessly.” Lyra clenched her fists. “She’s killing innocent people.” “And you’ll stop her,” Elara said, looking directly into Lyra’s eyes. “But not by playing her game.” Riven leaned over the table again. “There’s more. Bloodfang is testing weapons — ones infused with dark binding magic. They’ve started working with rogue witches.” Another wave of murmurs. One scout — a woman with burn scars on her neck — spoke up. “Witchcraft and werewolf blood don’t mix. That kind of power is unstable.”

It shimmered faintly in the firelight, as if hungry. With a practiced motion, Elara sliced her palm. The pain was sharp, clean. Blood welled up, dark and strange—not red like human blood, not golden like the Lycan kin, but deep garnet, as though shadow and flame had been fused into liquid. She let it drip into the ancient bowl at the center of the table—an artifact older than the Keep itself, carved from stone quarried in lands long swallowed by the sea. Kael took the dagger next, cutting without hesitation. His blood was thick and red, the blood of warriors.

He slammed into it, yelping, and Elara cursed, darting sideways as a shadow coiled toward her. “Give me the pup, and I’ll let him live,” the witch said, her voice sweet as honey. “Refuse, and he’ll join his friends. Stoned. Silent. Eternally.” Ellie suddenly stopped humming. Her golden eyes locked on the witch, and the crimson mark on her wrist flared. The vial in the witch’s hand exploded, red liquid splattering the walls—and the stoned wolves gasped, their bodies shifting back to flesh. “Wha—” The witch stumbled, her black eyes widening. “Impossible. She’s too young to—”

Several werewolves lay dead on the ground and Elvin was in the center of it all, drenched in blood, his body limp on the forest floor. “Elvins!” I dropped beside him, shaking him gently, then harder but no response. I pressed my ear to his chest there was a faint pulse. Without thinking, I slashed my palm with my claws and pressed my bleeding hand to his mouth. “Come on… take it… please.” My blood slid past his lips for wolves like me, my blood could keep someone alive if they still had a pulse, if death wasn’t already gripping them. He made the faintest noise as my blood touched his tongue, relief shot through me like lightning.