Blood Of Empire Novelas e Histórias

THE sun is shining across the Desert Biome undistracted by the strong wind outside of the high walls around the Emporium Kingdom. Normal day with normal errands for the commoners. Everyone is running and minding their own business, but unlike some people, they can’t have those things for themselves. Given example are those humans who has the royal bloods that flows within them inborn and from generation to generation. They may have the ‘privilege’ that all people used to say or using it as a pronoun for defining with the same flesh and color of their blood.

Like the air itself got heavier. “Very well,” Varis grunted, pulling a heavy iron scroll from his cloak. “Emperor Valerius acknowledges the raw strength of your King. A full bombardment would destroy the Capital, but it would also destroy the Royal Hybrid child we have come to claim. The Emperor prefers his prizes intact.” Varis unrolled the scroll. “Therefore,” he said, like the next words were ceremonial even if they were poison, “the Emperor invokes the sacred tradition of the Old World. He offers the Blood Rite.”

"Do you want the same?" I drew a slow breath, tasting the iron tang of resolve on my tongue. "I want him to look me in the eye when I tear down the empire he built on my blood." Julian’s lips curved into something between pride and sorrow. "Then it’s time." *** We crossed into Blood Moon territory as twilight bled across the sky, our army a shadow on the move—silent, relentless, unstoppable. The land was colder here, the air heavier with the scent of old power and older sins. Every step I took felt like stepping back into the grave of the woman I once was.

Empires were built on the fragility of men’s desires, their weaknesses, and their willingness to bend to power. Standing next to him, Camilla felt the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her. It had been a long journey—one fraught with danger, deception, and betrayal. They had done what needed to be done. Blackwood had been toppled, but that didn’t mean the war was over. No, this was just the beginning. As she looked out over the city from the penthouse, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of triumph and unease. The empire they had taken was vast, but it wasn’t the only one. There would be others—new enemies, fresh battles, and inevitable sacrifices.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

"The blood master was dying and didn't want to leave his people without any protection. So he blessed his most devout follower with his powers, and only those within his bloodline could awaken it. Maybe it was because he was weak and his reasoning wasn't clear, he couldn't make the powers awaken in a direct bloodline, but within a specific bloodline. So if someone has even a drop of his devout follower's Blood, that person has a chance to be the blood king." "How does the blood empress come in?" Calhoun asked. His father released a heavy sigh. "That is the worst part of the story because she was the bride of one of our past kings."