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It hurts, so fucking much and I was surprised that I didn't faint. “The child's aura is fusing with yours” Ardan said, “If we don't seal it by the next full moon, it might rupture or merge together forever” Ardan left us, gone for a few minutes only to come back with a suppressant elixir. “That's?” Maverick asked. “Glassveil Brew. It's what you need” he said, and my gaze lingered on the item. “We need bloodroot and shadowstem, but those are hard to get,” he added.

"Of course, I've been searching for the red moon's holy blood for a long time. Sacred blood belongs to a man from the lineage of King Rawling. But, when I found Jonea at the auction, I was surprised because she is a girl." Eve staggered a little. She looked at me questioningly. "So, Jonea has the bloodline from the Rawling family?" "I still need to find out. However, she may be the alpha of King Rawling's last surviving lineage. We still have enough time to unravel all these mysteries. The most important thing right now is to awaken the wolf inside that girl. So I can use her holy blood." "Was moving to Blue Sapphire the right choice?" "Only there can I awaken her holy blood. She's bound by

With the fact that she happens to be a mortal who is much stronger than anyone with her senses heighten and couldn’t even be compared by any psychic. She chanted. “Sanguis in tenebris, videam quid capias in tempore.” Granting her permission from the family of Gomez, and as of the Maiden’s trust to hold and take care of the Obscura. Which are the clan’s treasure and one of the most powerful ones. Her blood serves as the connection and deal that link her presence to be acknowledged by the camera itself. With the hue of neon yellow light that draws the lines and symbols. The Obscura prints the photos themselves where a particular one caught her attention.

"She has my eyes. You've said it yourself. And her age matches – twenty-seven years. And the birthmark... it's in the exact same place." My mate guided me to a chair, his own hands trembling now. "We need to be certain, Elara. We can't rush into this." "I need to perform the blood ritual," I said firmly. "Tonight. I've collected a hair sample." Without hesitation, Elder Thornwood reached for his communication device. "I'll arrange for the pack shaman to meet us at the sacred ritual grounds immediately." Despite the late hour, no one questioned the urgency of an elder's request. Within thirty minutes, we stood at the sacred ritual grounds, a secluded clearing deep within Thornwood territory w

The woman nodded and left. Soul seeds were extremely rare thus can only be found in Ebilor, where a single soul tree lives, its golden seeds stayed on the soul tree and could only be plucked by the Merelf Elder who had imprinted with the tree. Only desperate times required soul seeds and knowing Naga had requested she buy the seeds meant her son's life was gravely endangered. *********

She had found what she was searching for, but there were complications attached to it. “ What's wrong? “ “I have to make a spell which would restore him, but there is the most essential and gladly, I know where we can get it” Matilda muttered and smiled. "Where and what do you need?” “There is a particular type of blood needed that can only be found in a person for about thousands or a hundred years or maybe a century. Only a person can have that blood” Matilda replied. “I knew this would a failure, Fuck!” Raquel cussed.

"Because he's been ahead of us the whole time. Let us think we were winning. Let us kill his brother. Let us find Elise. All so he could take her when we weren't looking." Damien crushed the note in his fist. "Where's the ritual happening?" "The Covenant Chamber," Elena said. "Has to be. Only place the blood vows work." "We destroyed that place." "We destroyed the entrance. The Chamber's underground. Behind stone doors that only open with the right blood." "Elise's blood," Celeste said. "And yours." Elena looked at her. "You're both heirs. Both from the original bloodlines. Together you can open any door in that mountain."

The war room in the Southern Spire was thick with the scent of stale wine and iron. Maps of the Seven Kingdoms were spread across the obsidian table, held down by heavy stone daggers. But Malachi wasn't looking at the maps. He was looking at the glowing white petal he had placed in a crystal vial. It was the only piece of Elara he had left. "The elders say the Gate can only be opened with a blood sacrifice of equal weight," General Thorne said, his voice hesitant. "But we don't have a Primal source, Sire. Elara was the only one."

Ilyana stuttered, her fingers tightening against my hand. “You don’t have any? Not even a cloth or necklace or something?” I could tell the question embarrassed her, and I stepped in quickly, “She doesn’t. It’s my fault. I didn’t let her take anything from the pack she came from after mating. Can you use something else?” The priestess went silent for a minute, “Her blood then. I’ll have to use her blood.” “You’ll cut her?” I growled, anger surging inside me. “It’s either that or an item. I need something strong that connects back to her. Get me one for the other girl also.”

All of it had been lies I told myself to sleep at night. Kade stepped to the crack in the floor, sword raised. “It’s not at Ironridge,” he said. “It’s under the Citadel. It’s using the blood we spilled here to reach her there.” The laugh came again. Closer. _Clever traitor. But too late. The girl knows. She’s been listening._ _Come closer, child of the moon. Let me see what she’s been hiding._ Hundreds of miles away, I felt it — Aria. In the inner keep. Her silver eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Moon blood. She’d been displaying it since the night she was born under the eclipse.