Blood King Novels & Stories

He wants his blood, and he will rip apart anyone who dares to try and stop him. Faced with the strongest and last descendant of the Bain purebloods, the king didn't know where to stand. His eyes were consumed with fear, he even looked pale as he tried to turn and run, knowing its his only chance of survival now. But Angel was smarted and faster. Knowing his next move before even he did. He gripped the king by his shoulder, roughly swinging him around ready to punch a hole into his skull.

Benedict's screams echoed when Raia managed to see the face of the figure who beheaded her parents. "Alaric!" it is the current king of Britain, Gustaf. The so-called man turned his head before grinning and running towards her, quickly raising his sword with ghastly red eyes. The man called out her name. "RANIA WAKE UP!!" "Ahhh!!"

Darius moved instantly, steadying me before I could stumble. The bond flooded immediately with concern so intense it nearly hurt. I grabbed his arm automatically. Needing something solid. Something real. The King watched the interaction silently. Then his expression hardened. “The Blood Crescent is hunting her because they know what she is.” My stomach dropped violently. No. No no no. “What are you talking about?” The King looked directly into my eyes. And answered with terrifying calm. “You carry royal blood.” Silence. Complete silence. Then, i laughed , actually laughed.

The entire elders raised their staff in respect. The king ignored them, scratching his beard that was almost touching his upper chest. His shoulders were hanging with muscles that seemed to be forcing their way out of his robe. Even though he was older than anyone in the room, the smooth expression and the creaseless features gave him a baby look. For one who has given his strength to women, Maduka was expecting age to kick in. But it turns out the strength of the royal blood was just running too deep. It would take a long generation after now, for the people to find a true bloodline of Kiantu, owing to this present king's predicament. “Ewu atalam igwu n’isi (an abomination has happened)” Th

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

I want the title of the werewolf king and I will do anything for it. Anything.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

He couldn't speak but he was obviously seeing and hearing what they all were doing and saying. Gently, Beta O'Horan lifted the cup of hot herb concoction to the king's lips. The king's trembling hands reached out to grasp the vessel, but before he could drink, a violent cough escaped his lips. Blood spluttered over the pristine white sheets, staining them with a deep crimson hue. The gasp that followed reverberated in the chamber, and the air grew heavy with trepidation. "Your highness, are you okay?" O'Horan quickly stood up, trying to get something to clean the blood from the king's attire. They blood had also already mixed with the herbs.