Witcher Elder Blood Novels & Stories

Hearing Stephen sprouting all this nonsense Elder stood up and slowly stepped downstairs from his throne. " YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK HERE INSULT ME AND MY GREAT-GRANDSON AND CLAIM HIS MATE HIS YOUR OWN. THEN YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING " Elder's emotionless cold voice boomed throughout the court followed by low shocked gasp from some council memebers. Hearing him calling Leonidas his great-grandson shocked Stephen, while colour drained from Frank's and few other council members face. They knew very well that Elder was the last ancient pure-blooded Lycan who were created by the moon goddess herself but what they didn't know that Leonidas was his descendant as he never mentioned it before

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

she breathes. The voice echoes, ethereal and cold. *“The bloodlines converge. The Grove demands its due.”* You step forward. “What does that mean?” *“A sacrifice. Blood for balance.”* Silas’s glow flares. “No! Not Daddy!” Ryland meets your gaze, resolve hardening his features. “Take them and go.” “No!” You snarl, your wolf surging. “We’re not playing the elders’ games anymore.” Marus’s laughter rattles the ruins. “Too late, Omega.”

His gaze flickered toward the others, something unspoken passing between them. Another elder spoke, his fingers tightening around the carved staff he carried. “This is not the first time such a creature has been seen.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “Then tell us what you know.” A heavy pause followed before the elder finally spoke. “We have long feared the return of those born under the Blood Moon. And now, it seems, that fear has become reality.”

Tyler was already lying there, eyes closed, breathing deeply, and completely unmoving. The Elder took some sort of instrument from his waist belt – Kat recognized it right away as a silver knife and knew exactly what it represented – and he walked over to Tyler, standing over him, and carefully positioned the blade against Tyler’s chest. Kat tried not to stare too much at the blood oozing out of the wound; Tyler had always been pale, almost sickly, ever since they met. His face showed a mixture of fear and anticipation and a slight grimace of pain when the Elder pressed on the blade a bit harder, making small cuts.

The elder tried to retreat, but his soul felt mired in a swamp, and he was unable to move an inch. His agonized screams echoed through the forest as his soul writhed in torment, subjected to unimaginable pain. "Who are you? How could you know such bizarre techniques?!" the elder wailed as his voice quivered with terror. Chase's expression remained icy. "That's my secret. You're not worthy of knowing." With a flick of his finger, a sliver-thin blade of sword light sliced through the air with a deadly edge. The blade severed one of the elder's legs, sending blood spraying in all directions. The elder let out a chilling scream, and his cries were filled with despair.

“He sensed the awakening,” My fingers tightened around my teacup. “How?” “Ancient bloodlines recognize each other.” We all turned to see. Elder Mara’s standing at the doorway. The elderly woman ambled in slowly carrying several old scrolls. Since the awakening, Elder Mara had developed an unsettling habit of appearing out of nowhere. Sometimes I thought she was spying on us. She came and sat across from me. “Lucien Draven comes from one of the oldest Alpha bloodlines still remaining,” she said.

I growled. I didn't run. I stepped forward, my hand catching his wrist. The white light flared, blinding everyone in the waste. "Caleb!" I screamed. "WAKE UP!" From a distance, a roar erupted that shook the earth. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't a man. It was the sound of a Blood-Bind snapping. The Elder’s eyes went wide. "What have you done?" "I've given him back his soul," I said, the white light consuming us both. "Now, run."

A thin line of blood appeared, the scent of iron mixing with the herbs. Kaelen didn’t flinch. Not even slightly. The elder then turned to me. My breath caught. Kaelen’s grip on my other hand tightened slightly, steadying me. “Do not fear,” the elder said quietly. I nodded, forcing my hand forward. The blade kissed my skin…sharp, quick. A small sting spread across my palm, and a drop of blood welled up. The elder guided both our hands over the silver bowl. “Let what is yours become shared.”

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “