Witcher Elder Blood Novels & Stories

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.”

I replied to the chief elder, a polite smile plastered on my face while inside I was festering with hatred. These disgusting old men. They don’t deserve any part of Rune, and especially not her blood. After they killed off our kind, they gave the guts to look up to her for salvation. Death is the only answer for them. All of them. I watched them pass around the vial of Rune’s blood, marveling at all the wonderful things they could do with it. “You can retreat now,” the chief elder said. “We have all we need. Now we lay low till the eclipse arrives.”

I scrunched my nose at how barbaric the entire thing seemed. “Lady Mary, I’ll need your hand as well.” The elder stated reaching out to me after he let go of Nikolai’s hand that had already begun to heal. “Uhh..” I replied hesitantly looking at the knife. Nikolai smiled reassuring me that it would be okay. I quickly placed my hand in the Elder’s, knowing that if I waited a moment longer I would back out of the entire thing. The elder made a quick slash on the palm of my hand, causing me to let out a slight hiss. Nikolai grimaced at my pain, and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and heal my wound. I smiled up at him to let him know I was okay as the elder squeezed my ha

The salt line hissed, reacting to him, runes etched in the dirt glowing a faint, frightened red before guttering out entirely. “What kind of blood?” he had asked. The torches had flickered. Some men had looked away, already knowing. The Elder had not. “Ours,” she’d said. “Our own. But not all. Not at once.” He remembered how the silence fell then. Thick. Dense. Held like breath. Even the forest seemed to lean back, as if the trees themselves refused to be party to what came next. “We offer you a daughter,” she had said. “Not once. Not now. But… every ten years.”

All The Elders, Evelyn, Raul and Patricia were shocked by the table and cauldron appearing. “What is this jar of dirt for?” Hades asked examining all the things on the table. “It’s Zeus and Typhon’s blood. It’s from Mount Etna; he fought with Typhon before he let him out. Lucifer and Typhon collected the blood so we could use it for the unbinding. I have to separate his blood from Typhon’s but that should be easy.” I said concentrating on the jar. Another jar appeared and started to fill with blood. It wasn’t much. I scowled at the small jar that was only a quarter full. I would need more of his blood for the next part of my plan.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"