Novel & Cerita A Kingdom Of Blood And Magic

The words felt heavy on the page. It is not a recent affliction, nor one that can be traced to any living enemy. It is ancient—older than the kingdom, older than the houses, older than almost anything the realm remembers. It began with a man, an innocent, who was cursed by a mage who loved the wrong woman and used the wrong magic. Blood magic, Your Majesty. The kind that does not listen to intent, only to desire. The mage wanted the woman back. He loved her. That love, filtered through a spell meant to kill, twisted into something else entirely. It latched onto the innocent man's bloodline and ensured that anything he—or any of his descendants—truly desired would remain forever out of reach.

I closed my eyes. The dream took me back to that night, the war, the betrayal. Even the king didn’t foresee that they were surrounded in their own kingdom, the strongest. Someone betrayed them; they trusted the wrong people. My sword was killing everything in its path; I had no mercy. Zor came out to help; his deadly claws crushed enemies. Then I heard the king scream her name. I turned to see the magic arrow in her chest, piercing her heart. I knew this was planned by the factions that once promised to be allies.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

Even the fire in the pillars dimmed slightly. Finally, the King spoke again. "You smell of witchcraft." Kael's jaw flexed. "I was near a coven. That would explain it." "That would explain nothing," the King said. "The last time our kind mingled with witches, it nearly destroyed both realms." Kael met his gaze. "You mean the Bloodbound." A muscle jumped in the King's jaw. "That name will not be spoken in this hall." Kael stayed silent. He knew better than to push further - but part of him wanted to. His father's hatred for that name ran deep, older than Kael himself.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

Now with the symbol and the exchange of his mana and very blood, he smiles as he informs. “Well you see, to fulfill my knight’s wish I need to re-write everything in this very kingdom.” Ended with a cunning smile and a spell that activate the pentagram into its crimson hue. He raises it as it reaches the top, now with a snap and his command it engulfed the very kingdom. Within the dome and the previous spell that faded the new one descended and fast as the scream of the king echoes. “No!” Engulfed with the sudden crimson light and a minute faded and gone like nothing ever happens. The entire kingdom fell into silence as their history is rewritten and as for the moment, they all lie asleep.

Truths are really hard to swallow. Kozania is one of the three kingdoms that fell after the war. The war that is ignited because of greed. They all want power and the throne. But that is not a valid reason to kill us. Normal citizens like us have rights too. We have rights to live freely in the hands of scums like them, the cruel Losairon. In this world, people should have a taste of freedom, a chance to defend ourselves and our kind. "I have no reason to have you alive if not for your purpose in the future," I muttered under my breath while glaring at his unconscious body lying on the floor.

" Wait, what? Uncle Callum was the King of this kingdom? As I gazed into his eyes, still reeling from the blood oath ritual and the sudden realization of my uncle's true identity, his expression suddenly transformed. His eyes gleamed with a burning intensity, and his aura changed drastically. I could feel a royal presence around him. "Nora, my dear princess," he said, his voice booming with authority. He paused, his gaze piercing through mine. "I am not just Callum, your uncle. I am Callum, the King of the Blue Lycan Kingdom." My mind reeled as he spoke, the words echoing through my brain like a thunderclap. "You are the King…" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Callum nodded

The fabric shimmered with hues of deep crimson and silver, a nod to the united packs they now ruled over as one. An artist worked meticulously, his brush capturing every detail of the royal pair as they posed for their first King’s Book portrait. This one would mark the beginning of their reign, a symbol of the new era that had dawned with the merging of Malakai and Amani’s packs into the Kingdom of Bloodmoon.