All Chapters of ROYAL BLOOD: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hamstung The clustered voices of villagers filled the market; people were busy trooping in and out casually, moving carts carrying loaded foodstuffs around.There was a man whose stall was filled with people struggling to get a loaf of bread before it ran out. On a wooden tray, the bread was piled up for all to see; suddenly, a swift hand snatched a loaf of bread without the notice of anyone.The figure glided away smoothly before gazing ahead.A woman who owned a stall and was selling some fruits was also crowded with customers. The owner of the shop was busy collecting coins from the customers, and then she would give out the fruit of their choice in return. Again, without the notice of anyone, the same swift hand snatched a red apple from the basket and then slid out of the crowd.The hand belonged to a figure clothed in a black cloak. The face was concealed under the hood of the cloak. Suddenly the figure gazed ahead; at another stall, the owner was selling baked biscuits. Most

After wiping off the royal family of Nehoviah from the surface of the earth, Kyron and his men ventured into endless days of journey to return back to Galvestone.There would be pauses in between the journey, and they would camp in the wilderness, their tents spreading out.It has been three days since Kyron departed from Nehoviah, along with his remaining men, five thousand solid soldiers.Before they departed from Nehoviah, they had taken spoils for themselves; they raided the villages and raped the women, took some of the children as slaves, and killed the husbands of a lot of women. They left Nehoviah in ruins.Today was one of the nights Kyron and his men laid out their tents. It was a starless night, yet they made merry, drinking to stupor, eating wild meat, and taking delight in satisfying their pleasure by exploiting some of the women they had taken along with them from Nehoviah.The soldiers sat in groups around a fire, roasting dead animals plunged with a stick and set in th

"I see…stars. Wait, no, not stars…" She paused, then squinted her eyes. She was staring at a wall but claimed she was seeing stars."The Walls, they are shifting! Look…Look!She screamed and then clapped her hands hysterically before erupting into deranged laughter.Taking the hairpin from the floor, she began to draw lines on the walls. The pointy part of the hairpin cut through the walls, carving out lines and scattered marks.Each day she dragged herself toward it, hair falling like a veil over her face, and with the one thing she still possessed—a bent, rusting hairpin—she scratched and scratched. At first the marks were crude lines, scattered and uneven, stretching across the stone like claw marks. Then they multiplied. Whole sections of the wall were covered in them, layers upon layers, until it looked as though the stone itself bled with her frenzy.Some scratches stood alone, straight as tally marks. Others looped into crooked circles, spirals, or childlike patterns that ended

The moonlight reflected on the streets of Decreash, which was pulsing with life. Stone-paved roads stretched between rows of crooked wooden houses, their upper stories leaning out precariously.Tattered banners swayed above shop doors, painted with symbols of trades—an anvil for the blacksmith, a loaf for the baker.The crowd moved like a river, carrying all manner of people. Peasants in roughspun trudged past with baskets brimming with onions, turnips, and bread loaves wrapped in cloth. A woman haggled over the price of a clay jug, her voice rising over the bleating of goats tethered to a post. Somewhere nearby, a pig squealed as a butcher dragged it through the mud, children following in hopes of scraps.Merchants barked their offers from makeshift stalls."Fresh fish, caught at dawn!""Spices from the East, rare and strong!""Leather boots, well-stitched, made to last through winter!"The air was thick with clashing scents—the sharp tang of iron from the smithy, smoke from open f

"I hate you."Leah's lips trembled; she didn't know why, but she just said it. Maybe to feel better, to let out the excruciating pain bugging her whole existence."Why can't you…see I needed this?" She asked, trying to hold back her tears. William ignored the fact that he had slapped her."You don't hate me," he said with confidence."You just need help, and I am willing to help you; I won't let you be defiled by lewd men; it doesn't befit your status." He said almost in a whisper, his deep voice cutting through the air. He inched closer but she withdrew, taking some steps backwards. Leah looked away; the tears she had been trying so hard to hold rolled down her cheeks. "Look at me." William said, but she started walking away. "You never used to be like this…" He didn't finish what he had to say… she interrupted. "It was either this or suicide! She screamed, turning to face him, and blinked her tears away. William was stunned to see her face wet with tears; he inched f