Novel & Cerita Witcher Elder Blood

The first alpha of the pack was my great-great-grand father. Taika quickly rushes to the podium and nudges her shoulders to mine. I turn slurry to her and fake a wavering smile. There is just something off about her. I don’t know maybe I am overthinking it but she seems overly clingy. She grabs my hand and intertwines her fingers in mine.She clips it hard and I guess I have to do same. “Here is the silver blood” Elder hands me a small bottle. It’s the legendary silver blood. A lot of pack have tried to steal it as it gives the Alpha enormous strength. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Or rather eons.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

“Relax you fool, that was because she was of royal blood, pure royal blood in stronger no matter the shapeshifter, this girl is just a mere siren we can handle her.” “I hope you can, what is your obsession to siren’s blood anyway?” Briar asked confused. Penelope had sipped her bloody wine before smiling, “do you know about the shapeshifter blood war?” “Yes, the war between Sirens and vampires?” Briar says before rolling her eyes, “her majesty is looking for another blood war?” “No, I am pushing for the complete annihilation of sirens,” she says with a smirk, “you know the only shapeshifter that made it possible for vampires to walk during the day without turning to dust.”

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”

“Tell me. Where is Rhoderick?” Eira pressed the bloodstained blade against his neck artery. Sweat drenched the Elder’s face as he panted heavily. Yet suddenly, his screams ceased. A stiff, eerie smile tugged at his lips. Black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Eira’s gaze sharpened, and she stepped back instantly. The whites of the Elder’s eyes flooded with black. Blood seeped from his seven orifices. His voice warped from an old man’s hoarse tone to a deep, bloody rasp.

The kind scrubbed from walls and rewritten in safer shapes. One of the elders gestures for me to step closer. I do not bow. I do not ask permission. Amy stays quiet, pressed tight inside me, listening. “You deserve the truth,” the elder says. His voice shakes despite himself. “Before everything collapses.” He opens the first book. Bloodlines spill across the pages. Names repeated with small, deliberate variations. Dates that overlap in ways they should not. Wolves listed as mates who never chose each other. Pairings justified with words like necessity, balance, survival.

Alpha Sicilian Sniders continued to walk towards the elders' special room. Esther followed close behind until she stopped in front of a five metre high door. Esther's hand had not yet knocked on the door, but it opened first. An omega came out carrying a tray full of liquid blood. "What happened to the elder?" "He's injured, Alpha." Hearing that news made Alpha Sicilian Sniders immediately force open the door. Her steps were so long that she seemed to be running. She felt impatient to see the condition of the pack elder.

Bloodchild chuckled. “Then let us go. We have work to do. Gather everyone now and we leave at once. Elder Lord is at the Lycan territory in merriment and this is the perfect chance.” “Then you have the potions?” “Of course I do. My wife doesn’t disappoint.” Bloodchild left his cohort and went to prepare for battle. He returned home and changed into his stealth armor. He would want to move very quickly but be protected from a powerful Lycan bitch who would likely be fierce and dangerous.

“I’ve been able to do incredible things with the witch’s help. Now, boys!” That last command isn’t directed at me, and my stomach sinks as I look around the battlefield in horror. All at once, Elder Jet’s rebels pull out little red vials and down their contents.