Blood Of The True King Novels & Stories

“You are the Blood Moon Queen. Your blood can command the five ancient lines. Your soul can rewrite the covenant. With the original throne beneath your feet, you could rule every kingdom that has ever existed.” “I don’t want your throne.” “Then why does it answer you?” He raised one hand. The black crown above his head pulsed. A wave of darkness surged toward me. I lifted my palm. Silver fire collided with it. The impact tore the roof from the throne hall. Stone and iron spiraled into the sky. The remaining soldiers scattered, some disappearing into the smoke, others crushed beneath falling debris. The First King did not move. He stood inside the destruction as if the storm belonged to him.

Albert looked around nervously and said "My Kings I need your bloo-" "You will have our blood." Zachariah said, cutting him off. If there blood is needed than they will give their blood without any second thought. For their Rose, they can do anything. Anything. Albert nodded but he was hesitate to say something. "My Kings, I need one more person's blood." He said. The Kings frowned. "Whose?" Zachariah asked. Albert hesitate to say the name. He took a deep breath and decided to reveal the name. "Queen's." And that's when the hell broke loose. ***

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

Serena asked as she raised her hand to his head and took the crown off. “No.” Axl shook his head disapprovingly. He raised a hand towards the audience and his voice boomed across hell, “None of you will join this. For today, this will be the very eventful day the hell must remember. This fight must be remembered and passed on from generation to generation on how King Axl defeated his younger brother. Royal blood against royal blood, power against power, and brother against brother… We fight until you die.” Unwanted chills run down Emily’s spine as she heard Axl’s words. She prayed that Lucius would win. She sensed Olivia walking up to her side as they both, together with the audience, watche

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

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

Dean, at least, had been a king willing and able to sacrifice anything for the good of the kingdom. Fury stirred in his heart and he let it pass through him and return to the depths of his mind. It wasn’t conducive to his plan to lose control now, so he wouldn’t. Right now, he had to get John focused on a way to make Daphne comply with the plan. The ambush would be made better with more pawns, but nothing would move forward if John started thinking too much. “She’s the only thing in the way of the throne you deserve, and she’s the key to destroying the werewolf kingdom before it can rebuild. You have her here and plenty of time… You stand on the edge of kingship.”

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”