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Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

As he spoke, the Council's expressions darkened, concern deepening to alarm. Councilor Mora’s fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the table. She confirmed, "This scholar arranged passage from the high elves to us? Specifically coming to the Greenways to continue her research?" Eliad confirmed, "According to the dwarf, yes, she had apparently spent time with the high elves at the Summit of D'Geanth, working in their archives." Councilor Iora frowned, “Those absent-minded scholars of ours are probably so focused on whatever they’re studying that they either forgot to tell us or forgot all about her expected arrival!”

He was older, his hair a shocking white, and he wore a ring with a seal I recognized from my mother’s old journals. The High Elder. He didn't look at me with hate. He looked at me with a hunger that made Julian look like an amateur. He didn't want to harvest the baby. He wanted to harvest the Mother. "Let the girl run," the High Elder commanded. "Without the Enforcer, she’s just a scent trail. We’ll hunt her once the moon reaches its zenith. It’s more traditional that way." The helicopter rose, Rowan’s body dangling in the net beneath it like a trophy. I was left shivering on the rock, covered in blue dye that was beginning to itch, staring into the dark woods of the Obsidian Peaks.

“Although you didn’t come searching for treasures, we’ve still come across a thousand-year-old Crimson Blood Plant—a rare medicinal herb and the main ingredient for brewing the ancient Blood Regeneration Potion.” His voice trembled with excitement, looking almost ready to shed tears of joy. I merely looked at him in amusement. Although the Crimson Blood Plant was indeed extremely rare and valuable, I still had several preserved safely inside the Blood Moon Pack’s top-secret vault, accessible only to me. “If you want it, then harvest it.” “And don’t waste my time,” I muttered impatiently. He froze briefly at my response. “You’re… not moved by it, my lord?” he asked in disbelief.

"Your grandfather told me he missed you before he left the realm. He's currently in the Elven Realm negotiating a treaty. Elf blood has strong healing abilities — it strengthens vampires. We must prepare… in case another war arises." War again. All I did was ask where Aunt Mona lived… Just like Aunt Mona once told me — every answer only brings more questions. Where is her child now? Does he live in the palace or with aunt Mona? Why is elf blood so special? How long will Grandfather be gone? I swallowed the questions bubbling up and focused on what mattered most. "How do I access my powers?" I asked. My mother's expression turned serious. Very serious. "You can't. Not yet."

"It's the 'Heart of Blood'! They say it's a mythical ingredient that can cure any curse in the world!" The Heart of Blood. I had heard of it. Legend said it existed only within the most ancient vampire families. That it had the power to bring the dead back to life. "Which family?" I tried to keep my voice steady. "Freya, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Guild!" Elias was so excited his face was red. "That ancient vampire family, the Valkyrie family, they're actually willing to—" Crash. The wine glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor.

I guess. "No," she shakes her head. "And also yes." "Do you feel it when any of your...connections are harvested," Gideon's face is contemplative, likely considering every time in the past that he took his athame to harvest a mushroom for a spell. "Only big deaths," Barry clarifies. "Little deaths go unnoticed. Otherwise, we would never eat." Evander steps towards Barry's voice. "I would be grateful for your guidance, Barry. If you are open to assisting."

“They can’t be removed with normal medicines or remedies. Scars like that can only be removed by either holy water or a strong healing substance. Both might be found in the Black Market if you want to risk dealing with those tricky Elves.” “The chances of finding holy water are slim to none. What other healing substances are there?” Marlyn frowned and thought it over. “Your best bet would be getting your hands on a few vials of sirens blood, it’s the most effective for healing but is known to be poisonous. I’m not sure in her current health, she would survive those effects.” “Then it’s out of the question,” Caspian said. “Wait, no, I can do it.” He scoffed at me. “Don’t be ridiculous, did yo

"How do you expect it to smell after being here for four days? I planned this on the day of the hunting competition but you and Zedekiel just had to disappear. It’s alright, though. There’s nothing in the books that says the blood has to be fresh. The necessary sacrifices have already been made. You just need to give up your body to me." Prince Ron’s eyes widened in horror. "W-What do you mean by the necessary sacrifices? Did you kill your own people?" His stomach churned at the thought. The Elves were such nice creatures. They didn't do anything wrong. How could Prince Kayziel kill them? "Oh relax. I just killed like, 10 Elves." Prince Kayziel replied as his pearl lifted into the air and la