The Blood Kingdom. The palace gates... Calhoun loved his father. He did. But he couldn't understand the undying feeling he had to bury the man alive. After their discussion the other day about him getting a bride, his father wasted no time helping him prepare for his journey. Before Calhoun could even speak, his loads were packed, he was dressed, and finally sent out of the palace. One would wonder why he didn't do anything through the whole tirade. His father knew him very well, already expecting him to react that way, and so he brought the only thing he knew he couldn't react to. His Mother. The poor woman was already crying her eyes out, going on and on about finally having a daughter-in-law and becoming a grandmother. Calhoun didn't know how to react. He hasn't even seen his bride, but his parents had already started giving their future grandchildren names. But all these weren't the worst of it all. It was the procession that his father arranged. The whole Ki
The stranger Elena and Forest brought back had been sleeping since they carried him into the restaurant. He did not open his eyes all through the period when they took care of him. His breathing was rapid at some point, coming out in harsh puffs, causing Elena to become worried. Mac helped to remove the man's attire and dressed him in more comfortable clothes. When he was done, Elena took over from Forest and began to wipe off the man's sweat. His breathing eventually became normal, and Elena sighed in relief. The man slept for a long time, and they all surmised that his body required the much-needed rest. So they went about their daily duties as the man slept. Later in the evening, as they were preparing for the public banquet, the man woke up. Forest was the first to find out as he was in his room searching for what to wear. When the strange man woke up, Forest jumped in alarm when he called out to him. Finally recognizing who was talking, Forest reached out to the man and
The Kingdom of Pres. The Border forest... The silent crunching of grass could be heard in the still darkness cloaked the forest. The sounds of the creatures living in it seemed extra eerie that day, almost like a haunting omen, warning of something bad that was about to happen. Plodding steps could be heard running across the wet grass, heading towards the border dividing the kingdom from its neighbor, The Kingdom of Neba. There was a purpose to the sprint, a harshness that couldn't be overlooked. The people running were not normal citizens. They had a purpose, and a huge disaster was doomed to happen if they were not fast enough. The Kingdom of Neba. At the Palace Gates... The King had appeared. The immediate hush prompted by his presence caused Elena to look up at him in awe. Her grandfather was the one who had appeared. He was the only person she knew could silence a crowd just by his mere existence; even her father could never achieve that feat. She c
Previously, on the Blood king's Bride... Naomi: Hello everyone! Welcome to the deleted scenes aspect of this book. We are going to show you some scenes that were cut off during the writing of this book. Audience: *cheers* Calhoun: ... Elena : *smiles awkwardly* Calhoun's father: *claps hands* Yay!! But don't they call it, you know bloopers? Naomi: they do actually. Calhoun's father: so why don't you call it that? Naomi: *gives a fake smile* Because, this is a book. Calhoun: *looks at Naomi strangely* Naomi: *Fidgets* What? Calhoun's father: *whispers* You also get the creeps when talking with him don't you? *Shivers* Naomi: *nods head* Wazir: He is just like that because you are going to show, you know, that last scene. Elena: what last scene? Calhoun: *glares harshly at Wazir* Wazir: What? She would still see it. Calhoun: *g
Outskirts of the Blood kingdom. The Wastelands... The harsh sun shone brightly on the dry atmosphere, the sands were baked hot, and there was no water in sight. Dead trees could be found in various areas of the never-ending desert, along with carcasses of dead animals. A smoky stench surrounded the atmosphere, and a dense fog could be seen further into the desert. Calhoun, along with his two-man guards, trotted slowly into the wasteland. They had consumed almost half of the food and water they brought along with them, and it eventually became a scarce commodity they didn't dare use anyhow. He cursed his father again for making him go on this stressful journey, wondering how he would help his guards as he was the only one capable of surviving the deserts. The guards put up a blank face, but Calhoun knew that they were barely keeping it together. Unlike him, who, thanks to the power he was born with, could survive the harshness of the boiling sun, his guards weren'
Calhoun and his guard, along with Firoza, made it to where his second guard stood, waiting for them with their horses. The horses neighed upon recognizing their masters, and Calhoun couldn't help but brush his horse's mane, petting it. His first guard stood beside him while Firoza was hiding at his back. She was still scared, as expressed by how she was hugging herself together as if expecting the dead man to attack her again. Calhoun jumped on his horse and nudged it to a slow canter. "You," he said to the first guard. "She goes with you." The guard nodded his head, and without waiting for Firoza to understand what was happening, he carried her and hoisted her on his horse. She screamed in fear until she realized what he was doing. Calhoun turned to look at them nonchalantly. Seeing that they were all well accommodated, he left them to their own devices and nudged his horse to a gallop. His two guards, with Firoza, rode behind him. They all left that place i
The dark lonely night carried with it a sense of mysteriousness. The loud silence was just another one of the unique traits of the forest that embraced the earlier feeling wholeheartedly, walking hand in hand with it. Despite the lack of wind, the leaves still moved in a rhythm familiar to them. The air was chilly, but Calhoun and his guards had gotten used to it. Firoza was huddled between two thick blankets lent over to her by the guards. She lay down asleep as the men all stayed awake, keeping alert. Calhoun thought about his father. He wondered what the man would do if he were to find himself in his situation. An unknown person had the power to lay with ease destruction on an entire city, and they didn't know his agenda; if he was going to be a friend or a foe. Calhoun sighed. One thing about him was that he despised thinking too much about things. Once he saw an opening in any situation he found himself in, he struck it immediately. At least then, he knew what he was fi
Damianos jumped at Calhoun. Calhoun dodged him and swiped at him with his sword. The being dodged and slid back before jumping to attack Calhoun again. They kept on with their exchange of blows, sword versus claws. The clanging of their hits was very loud; it almost drowned out the people screaming. Calhoun made his attack again, which the being stopped with his claws. "Boy, you really should just give up. What's wrong with giving me a woman you barely even know?" Calhoun did not pay any attention to him. He dragged his sword out of his hold and fought back again, giving out strike upon strike. They all kept being blocked by Damianos, who in turn was making his attack on Calhoun. The screams of Calhoun's guards and Firoza were starting to get to him. If their noise didn't stop, he was afraid he would hurt them instead. He struck the being who expertly dodged the attack, then suddenly paused, preparing himself for his next move. "What happened, young man, getting