Novel & Cerita Vael Unholy Blood

"I won't tire of you, Vaela. You are welcome to stay here for as long as your mortal life permits." And that won’t be very long, I imagine. My eyes drift downward. "What's around your neck?" Usually he keeps the vial full of glowing blue liquid tucked under his shirt so I rarely notice it. But now, it sits in my view, clearly magical to some extent, and endlessly fascinating. Hale exhales, long a slow. "Why did you and Will end your relationship?" "Nice distraction tactic. Not going to work," I growl. Him being sensitive about revealing the nature of that vial to me tells me a lot. Purebloods have endless secrets, and I have a feeling one of Hale's is embedded in that.

Marcus had left a sealed folder behind - one he hadn’t spoken of aloud, but left addressed to both of us. Inside were fragments. Clippings. A symbol - one I recognized from my dreamscape. A tree wrapped in flame, ancient and carved in gold. Beneath it, the name Vael etched in a language older than any I knew. “Here,” Dorian pointed, unfolding a brittle document with a historian’s reverence. “The Vael bloodline was tied to the first Circle of Guardians. There’s almost nothing written about them directly - just footnotes and rumors.” “Why erase them?”

I go down the great stairs of the house little by little, afraid to make a lot of noise, and I gasp when I see the floor of the entrance. Blood. A trail of blood covers the entire floor. I rush down the stairs tripping over my own feet as I scream his name, but there is no response. -Azael!? I begin to follow the blood trail with my heart pounding. As something bad happened to him because of me, I would never forgive myself ...

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

He wore the heavy black-and-gold mantle of the Blackthorne Pack Alpha, his golden eyes burning through the shadows with an intense, possessive rage. Kaelen Blackthorne stood before me, his chest heaving as he held a small, glowing glass vial filled with deep crimson liquid in his gloved hand. "You don't have to keep lying to him, Lyra," Kaelen’s deep, guttural voice echoed through the small room, trembling with a dark, emotional intensity. "I just retrieved the official lineage-blood results from Director Halric Voss at Moonshadow Infirmary." He strode across the room, slamming the parchment document onto the wooden table beside my tea cup.

Images flickered across the skies like a broken prophecy: A pregnant goddess begging for the Moon’s mercy. A first-born daughter sealed in flame. A ritual gone wrong. Elya staggered. “That’s…” Ava’s eyes widened. “That’s me.” Velash’s voice thundered. “You are not a queen. You are a vessel. The Blood Moon’s mistake.” “And your daughter… is its attempt to correct you.” 4. The Choice Kael fought through the Flamebound to reach Ava. “Velash is feeding on every version of your bloodline—past, present, alternate. He’s collapsing the timelines to erase your origin.”

“I carry him now. In every breath, every heartbeat.” Valen struggled to his feet, rage burning in his eyes. “Then I’ll tear it from you.” He lunged, but Aria caught his arm mid-strike. The air around them shimmered as she whispered words older than any realm. “Blood to blood. Soul to soul. End the tyrant’s hold.” Valen’s scream tore through the air as his body began to disintegrate — crimson particles lifting from his skin, drawn into the vortex forming between them. His power, ancient and corrupt, flowed toward her.

she whispered. Kael tilted his head. The baby’s eyes were barely open, unfocused, but when they flickered beneath the dim torchlight, he saw it. Molten gold, faint but there. His blood. His heir. His everything. Outside, the wolves moved with quiet reverence. Bodies were covered. Wounds were stitched. Names of the fallen whispered like prayers. The Hollow had seen battles before, but tonight, something older had been stirred awake. The blood moon had birthed both a life and a war.

Holly's face flushed with pride. Vida appeared, carrying the data drive Morgana had given me. Her expression was grim. "I've done a preliminary scan of these files," Vida said. "What I found is horrifying." "Explain," I said. "There's a formula here. Heriberto calls it the Bloodline Serum. It's a magical compound that can temporarily grant hybrid abilities to any supernatural being who takes it." Vida's hands were shaking. "He's been perfecting it for decades. And according to his notes, he's already produced enough batches to supply his entire coven."

I had not anticipated the close connection between Gislain and one of the heroes. One by one, the nobles followed Gislain's lead, contributing their blood to the swirling crimson vortex, my turn finally arrived. Hero Adelaine spared me a brief glance as I stepped forward, taking the dagger and making a clean incision on my finger. I must admit, I felt a twinge of unease as I watched my blood, a deep crimson hue, join the collective. You see, my blood was not entirely human - it carried the taint of demonic essence. While it appeared red to the naked eye, I possessed the ability to shift its colour to a rich purple, should the need arise.