Where To Harvest High Elf Blood Novels & Stories

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

They had no choice. The trio pressed forward, weaving through the gnarled forest under the blood-red moon’s ominous glow. The trees whispered dark secrets in an ancient tongue, shadows stretching long and sinister. The amulet in Saraphina’s hand glimmered faintly, a fragile beacon against the encroaching darkness. “Where is this ritual?” Sarah asked, voice trembling. Elara pointed ahead to a clearing barely visible through the dense branches. “The Hollow’s Heart the ancient altar where the bloodline’s vow was first made.”

His other half. That's probably the reason why Helian hasn't realized what's happening. I’ll find a way to bring him back later. I just have to make sure our daughter is safe. “Coravine!” I blurted out as I dashed towards her crib. It took me a moment before I understood what the ritual actually asks of Helian. The ritual needed sacred blood, something specific—not just a basin of blood blessed with holy water, no. The blood from the massacre that he gathered won’t make do. It demands something holier, greater.

Xindi does tell us that he is concerned since one of his contacts overheard someone mention needing to get a fresh blood sample. “Good fucking luck with that,” Mykenzie says. “Aren’t you women sensitive to that shit?” Devon asked. “They are but it has to be a very fast-acting one. If it is one that takes a long time to kick in then they can be gone before the elves could get their hands on them.” I answer. “Unless they use it along with gold.” Rye points out. Fuck I forgot about that. “What does gold have to do with anything?” Nate asked.

Zeph just made a thoughtful noise but said nothing more. Before I could push, Garret announced to me. “Your task is simple to state, not to do. You must gather horn from a Yale beast and collect the herbs tusoshary, river pokeroot, and crawling stammerwort. They’re all found in this forest. That’s why we train recruits here.” I nodded quickly. “I know most of those plants. Never hunted a Yale beast, though.” “You have until nightfall,” Garret said. “The ritual requires freshness.”

"How do we get them?" Kaelith seemed to shake himself, pulling back from whatever he had been thinking. "The moonstone is the easiest. There's a shrine half a day's ride from here, abandoned but still intact. Lirael can lead a team to retrieve it. The blood will be harder, we would need willing donors from each race, and right now our options are limited." "Fae blood you have. Wolf blood..." I thought about it. "Tessa might be able to help. She has connections to the pack's lower ranks, servants, and workers who might be willing to leave if given the chance."

And as the Shaman and all those gathered watched, a floating blob of Elixir of Life was born, a potion of unrivaled healing and magic. With her power, Harriet reached out to the blob. She separated it into three, and the three crystallized immediately. Her heart, Ezekiel’s blood, and the sea creatures’ tears could be made into three elixirs. “Each of them is one gulp size, huh?” Ezekiel muttered as the wound on his arm regenerated from extracting his blood. “That is so beautiful...” Lela whispered while Enkai wiped the trace of her tears. Harriet turned at the Shaman after the process was done. She asked him, “Can I visit this place again?”

“It's an old book. I think we can probably get away with injecting the blood.” Leesa smiled. “Whew. I'm glad to hear that.” “I don't want to get your hopes up too much,” Professor Clerval said. “First, we'd have to find the grafhym that bit her. If we're lucky and it's still in Sleeping Giant Park, we'd still have to catch it somehow. And the blood could be dangerous. Like I said, it's an old book—we don't really know what effect the blood might have on your mother. But this book has proven correct on a number of other issues, so I have no reason to doubt it.” He lifted his pipe from the ashtray and took a puff. “So if by some miracle we did catch the grafhym, and if what the book says is tr

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.