Witcher Elder Blood Novels & Stories

He was old, an Elder. My family, one by one knelt to their knees like everyone else. And while they did so, the Elder cloaked in a plush red robe came closer to me. In one of his hands was small bucket full of liquid. His lips moved but I couldn’t hear a word escape them. Godric knelt as well, but his hand never left mine. As soon as he reached me, he too knelt down, placing the bucket beside him. It was then that I realized the liquid was blood. Real blood.

Spotting three human men off to the side, slumped on the ground exhausted, told the elder it was definitely more than just the two he witnessed. The elder’s gums tingled again, his chest rapidly rose and fell and his cock painfully throbbed. It took everything the elder had to fight the desire to bite into Eros's neck and fuck him right there in front of everyone. The elder's body trembled as he turned and took the two glasses of blood, not waiting for the third, and quickly left the room…

Nick commanded. With that, the elders leg gave out, mummified before us. He paled as Nick’s shadow sucked the blood from him, a pint every second, until he was on the ground passed out. We silently combed through the elder building, finding another elder in his office. This elder was harder to beat than the last, but he thankfully was without his guard. He did manage to hurt Isiah before we took him down. Isaiah’s shoulder was bleeding profusely, making Zach and Josiah worry.

His voice sounded thin and dry, like the whisper of wind through parched leaves. “Enough posturing, ladies. The truth lies not in words... but in blood.” As he moved forward, a little ceremonial blade that was hardly bigger than a letter opener was exposed. Elaria stiffened. “What are you doing?” “A simple test,” the Elder said. “One cut. One drop. That’s all it takes.” Weyric took the blade, stepping closer. Elaria jerked back instinctively, her chain clanking. “You touch me with that and Draven will—”

They were castaways of old wars, refugees of pack politics. An elderly woman approached, her hair threaded with silver and midnight, her presence calm and unhurried. “I am Elder Maelis,” she said. Her gaze settled on me, soft but piercing. She inhaled, and I felt suddenly exposed as if the bones of my secrets were visible in my scent alone. “You carry Alpha blood,” she said, not as an accusation but as a statement. My heart clenched. I pressed a finger to the twins’ heads, steadying the lie I was about to weave.

Some clung to their hatred, while others looked toward the elder with the beginnings of understanding. Seth, unmoved, thrust the spear forward. Time seemed to freeze as the elder transformed in a flash of crimson light, his body contorting into the form of a massive red fox. He leaped in front of me, and the spear plunged into his side. The elder’s blood stained my hands, sticky and warm as I pressed them desperately against the wound, trying to stanch the flow. “Red! What the fuck are you looking at? Tend to his wound now!” My voice cracked, sharp with panic.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

“The prophecy spoke of this union, yet it did not reveal its price. Blood has been spilled, but balance demands more. A sacrifice must be made.” Elara’s heart pounded. “A sacrifice?” The High Elder nodded. “The decree is incomplete without it.” Vesper’s jaw tightened. “Whose blood?” A chilling pause filled the air. Then, in a voice void of emotion, the elder answered: “Yours.” Elara inhaled sharply, her grip on Vesper’s hand tightening. No. They had given enough. Vesper’s eyes darkened, but his expression remained unreadable. “You mean to test my devotion? You forget who you are speaking to.”

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

I opened the storage box with my password and pulled out the small bottle then came out of the secret room and closed the secret door of the library. “Here." I handed the bottle to elder Austin and he looked at me with an amazed look. “It's Beatrix’s Blood. Dad will be fine after having it. And then we can find out the real culprit.” Elder Austin looked at me confusedly. “What do you mean by real culprit? It's it Beatrix who tried to kill Alpha Christopher?" He asked me in an amazed tone and I smiled at him. “I will explain everything to you before you give this blood to Dad.” Elder Austin nodded at me and made Dad consume Beatrix's blood. After consuming her blood his condition started gett