Witcher Elder Blood Novels & Stories

"Take me! I'm the one you want! Leave him alone!" The Elder in the center tilted its faceless head. The slit in its grey skin widened, oozing more of that foul black ink. ***"The... Origin... is... the... meal,"*** the voice echoed. ***"The... Beast... is... the... wine. We... shall... drink... both."***

— The Elders answered again in perfect unison, > “None shall hide. None shall flee. The blood remembers.” Elder Nyra came forth. Tall, pale as frost, her hair long and white. She carried with her a chalice carved from the skull of a saint, the liquid within so black it seemed to drink the torchlight. Her words were colder than Cassian’s and sharper than Seraphine’s and all Elder’s voices. > “Blood calls to blood, and mark to mark. The painter is chosen, but she is not yet claimed. Her blood sings, though she knows not the song.

Then, finally, the old man let out a long, shaky breath, a surrender, perhaps, or an acknowledgment of fate. "The blood has returned," the Elder said, his voice a mixture of awe and bitterness. He turned his gaze to me, lingering on the Moretti ring on my finger, the emblem of power and legacy. "And it has brought a wolf with it. Tell me, Butcher... are you here to protect our grandson, or to claim our docks?"

Finally, the eldest among them nodded and spoke. “We should test his blood,” she said simply. Riven and I both looked at him. “What for?” I asked. “To be sure,” the Elder replied. “There are... legends. A howl like his only comes from the cursed line—the old blood. If his blood holds what we suspect, then the land will answer it. But if not…” she let the weight of the unspoken truth hang in the air. “If not,” Riven said slowly, “then he dies.”

She was getting a handle on how to identify which Blooded or lesser supernatural they were, too. The tall, majestic man with an obligatory presence at the end of the bar, always ordering a ‘Blood Orange Elixir’ the moment he stepped into the bar, was a Vampire Elder who belonged to one of the higher castes and a day walker, to boot. His amber eyes seemed to dare her to make a move, though he was one of her more polite patrons, not to mention a generous tipper in human cash.

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

She shifted her weight, her boots sliding a fraction of an inch through the wet clay, her mind frantically calculating the distance between her position, the transport wreck, and the edge of the central drop-off. You think you can control the dawn with steel and ink? Elena said, her voice dropping into a freezing, hollow frequency that made the Elder behind her tighten his grip on the rifle stock. You couldn't even keep the gate sealed against an old man with a staff. My grandfather is still up there, Trevor is bleeding out on his own cobblestones, and you are standing in a tomb. The Elder’s response was a sharp, downward shove of the barrel, forcing her head lower. Silent, girl. Your lineag

Blood trickled down my neck as the chosen elder said, "We are almost done." Xaden raised his head askance. "Nothing harmful." He said. "What is next?" I whispered, putting my index finger over Xaden's lips as he tried to stop me. "We need your blood inside the cauldron to lock the spirit of the claws, totally." I prodded Xaden to carry me close to the cauldron. The elders opened the lid. Xaden tilted my neck towards the large pot. And with a thud, my blood dropped. For the second time that night, my body jerked violently as the cauldron forcefully pulled me in.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale. “Impossible! What sort of power is this?” Dylan’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw the elder vomited blood. His mouth hung open so widely that it seemed as though his chin could touch the ground. “Goodness! Even the seven-star King of War is no match for him?!” The other masters from the Wagner family were baffled at the outcome. That elder was their endgame, and he was the reason Dylan dared to act so rampantly. After all, this elder owed them a favor, and he planned to utilize that in a critical moment.

I chuckled. "He now belongs to us, he is our messenger, he is seen and we are not, we are just a mere shadow that can be seen in the night but can’t be touched, we are invisible in the daylight.. so we can't lose this.." the elder explained with a cold gaze telling me not to dare say no to his request. "He would work for us as it should be and..” He sneezed again and his eyes slightly opened, and shut back immediately. He was then given the great blood again mixed with water. After a few minutes he coughed again and rose up from the mat, the little shadow fed him the mixed liquor making sure he finished the mixture.