Blood Of Empire Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

“Let them try.” The Blackwood Empire wasn’t just a company. It wasn’t just a home. It was a declaration of war, written in light and blood and silent, compounding interest. And they were ready to serve the papers.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

I know he's mad at me for everything I've done, but some day, he'll definitely understand why I do the things I do…definitely, he will. There's a reason why it's called the underworld. It's because every empire that comes out of it and shines in the surface was built on blood, blood of men, guilty and innocent, children, any soul that pushes it success is taken. It's sad, but I must be real, my empire is built on blood and thrives on blood. And for that very reason, whoever wants to remain in my empire must also be bound by blood.

And empires built on blood inevitably collapse when ancient hunger awakens, demanding a reckoning. Let the mafia lord run and hide for now. The beast merely toys with cornered prey a while before feasting. But the outcome was ordained the moment he threatened those under my protection. I was coming, Kemp. And not even hell could hide you.

The air between us grew thick with tension, as both Lucas and Emilio processed the gravity of my words. Emilio blinked, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What do you mean, Elyrian Blood? What is that exactly? Why does it matter?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It’s a bloodline that vampires have been searching for for centuries. This book," I gestured to the ancient journal that had brought me to this point, "it talks about it. Elyrian Blood is rare, almost mythical. And according to this vampire’s journal, it’s the key to their freedom over humanity. They believe if they can find people with this blood, they can live forever."

He’d been told they found his mother after a severe battle, and she bled to death after giving birth to him because they couldn’t get her to the healers in time. He’d grown up in a war orphanage where many orphans of the lower castes were housed after the war to combine the last two vampiric states into the empire. It had been a long and bloody war that spanned over three emperors’ lifetimes. Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais was called the Blood Demon because he was the one who took out everyone in his way in the most bloody manner. He’d killed his own allies in the end to make the empire one under his control.

A ripple in silence. Then: "The blood lives on." ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD "He did not take the throne. He burned it. “He did not wear the name. He rewrote it.” “And in doing so, he ended the war not with fire... But with memory.” That is how empires end. And how better ones begin." —Book of Blood, Last Page.

Now that everything she had fought for was in danger, she would not let this creature see her give in. Before the same old hunger took its place, there was a brief glimpse of something nearly human in the figure's bright eyes. "You carry the blood of the rogue king." Its tone was one of awe, as if Emily's heritage were something to be revered. "His blood is yours to use, but it is my inheritance. Emily, you are the vessel. The prophecy ties us together. As the words from the figure set in, the ground shook beneath Emily's feet. Her father’s blood. The prophecy.

The three thousand warriors rose to their feet in a single motion, their eyes fixed on my face with a terrifying hunger for war. "For nineteen years, the Bloodmoon pack told you that your royal bloodline was dead," I said, my voice echoing off the high stone walls of the canyon. "They built their thrones on the bones of our family, and they called it a dynasty. They poisoned my body to keep me weak, and they banished us to rot where they couldn't smell us. But tonight, the lie is dead. We are not running to hide anymore. We are marching to claim our empire." Another deafening roar of approval shattered the valley wind.