Witcher Elder Blood Novels & Stories

Elder Cliff asked. “Yes Elder,” we said. “Chase and Ryder Grey, deposit your blood into the cup,” Elder Victor said. He handed the knife first to Chase where he slit open his wrist and his blood dropped down into the golden cup. Chase handed me the knife and I did the same. I moved my wrist once it started to heal and half of the cup was filled. The Elders nodded in approval and they each opened two vials and mixed the contents with our blood. “Drink and open both your minds to all the possibilities,” Elder Michael said with a smile.

Elder Peter said. I took the knife from the table next to me and slit my wrist. I watched as my blood dropped into the golden cup. I held my wrist there until it started to heal and about a quarter of the cup was filled. The Elders nodded their approval and they each opened a vial and mixed the contents with my blood. “Drink and open your mind to all the possibilities,” Elder James said. I took the cup and drank my own blood. It tasted slightly bitter and then sweet. The cup was taken from my hand as I felt something stir within me. My mind felt fuzzy and I felt drunk or high or something in between those two.

Even Elder Xhang that had attached him now stared at him as he elevated higher and higher almost reaching to the ceiling of the court. “More reason I have to kill him!” Elder Xhang roared. “He has now shared blood with the witch. He would pollute our children with his evil blood and sooner rather than later, this pack would no longer be remembered. We would fall and it would all be the fault of our Beta.”

Marcus repeated, “So help me, Great One.” The Elders murmured their approval and signaled for the final step. An older Elder stepped forward, his expression severe. He grabbed Marcus’ palm and sliced it open with a sharp ceremonial dagger, then did the same to Alpha Cyrus. Their bleeding hands were pressed together over a bowl, droplets of their mixed blood falling into the sacred vessel. The Elder began chanting, his voice deep: "By the blood of the old, the blood of the new, The strength of the moon, the call of the true,

The Bloodsharing The elder produced a blade. Old iron. The edge catching the candlelight. He looked at Lucian first. Lucian held out his hand without being asked. The blade drew across his palm. Clean. A line of red welling up immediately. Then the elder looked at me. I held out my hand. The cut was quick. Sharp. I didn't flinch. The elder stepped back. Lucian turned to face me. Just me. The court fell away. He reached into his jacket. Produced a vial identical to the one Sera had given me.

“Now, take this knife and slice your palm, let a few drops land in the chalice. Alpha Nico, I’ll need you to do the same.” I picked up the knife, realizing the handle was wrapped with sueded. Pressing the blade into my palm, I winched at the sting of silver. I held my hand over the chalice, letting a few drops of blood fall to the bottom. Nico followed my lead and when our blood was mixed, Elder Kenneth instructed me to drink our combined blood. As soon as the blood touched my tongue, I felt an overwhelming power take over me. I figured it was me connecting with the pack until everyone gasped. “Her eyes.”

My jaw clenched as I mindlinked the only person who might have answers. Third Person POV Austin didn’t waste any more time. He immediately contacted The Elder. Her presence slid into Austin’s mind like cold stone. “Tell me, what did you disturbed me at this time?” The Elder said calmly. “It’s…” The Elder didn’t let him finish. She said, “I know! The blood curse has been used on her.” Austin was surprised by her power and knowledge. He knew, only she can help him right now! “What does it mean?” Austin demanded. “Tell me how to fix it.”

"The peace treaty with the Blood Moon pack is vital for our survival before the winter freeze." Jax leaned back in his chair. He tapped his fingers against his crimson-clad knee. "The meaning, Elder, is that your warlord is sleeping with my property. Read the scroll. It is a legal blood-tithe. Signed and sealed by Alpha Raymond before his death." Elder Corin approached the table. His gnarled, trembling fingers reached down and picked up the parchment. He passed his hand over the raised wax seal, feeling the ridges of the Crescent Moon crest. He pulled a heavy brass magnifying glass from his robes and scanned the faded ink. The other two elders crowded around him, whispering in frantic murmur

Seven mouths. "Give her back." "Give us the twins." "Give us what was promised." I grabbed my knife. "Show yourself." The eldest elder screamed. Not a human scream. It sounded ancient and hungry. His body arched off the chair and his mouth stretched open until his jaw cracked. Black liquid poured from his lips. It was thick as blood, but rotten. The same black liquid from Elara's ceiling. I stumbled backward. "She's going to leave you," the thing whispered.

“Sugar?” “Who fucking else, Frank. I am here. I am me. I am the Blood Moon Alpha. I am yours, and you are mine.” I hear the Elders snarl behind me and feel one step forward. Fucking cowards. The Elder says, “Step back, girl. This is sacred.”