Blood Of The True King Novels & Stories

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

His silver eyes were fixed on the pendant. He looked afraid. “Don't touch it.” I stared at him. “Why?” He stepped closer. “Because the King has taken the wrong children.” My heart stopped. “What?” Aurel looked toward the black pool. “The children he took are not Milo and his twin.” I shook my head. “Then who?” Aurel swallowed. “The children inside them.” He pointed at the empty cradle. And whispered: “The King has taken the First Blood.”

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

The assassin removed another sword from his sheathe hoping to defend himself with the twin swords but it mattered little to my strong king who came here to prevent his true queen. He swung at the king who dodged his attacks effortlessly with his swords. Applying a crazy amount of strength to his strikes, the King disarmed him with ease by striking the swords out of the assassin's hold. The king moved closer to him and held the assassin in a strangle. “ Who dares send lowlifes after my queen?” The king said placing his sword on the assassin's neck as he removed his mask to reveal a young man with a scarred face. I doubt if he looks familiar to the king himself because, from the look on his fa

"By the grace and the one that choose by our Goddess! Our new King is not other than..." The crowed were all waiting for the announcement. They were kept on shouting the name of the person they want the most. All of them were wishing for the victory of their King. Severus could not deny the nervous that he felt at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregor sat firmly seeming like he was sure for his victory. He glanced at Severus and give him a brief smile. *** "King Severus Abrham of the Crimson blood pack!" The king shouted and the entire gymnasium were filled very happy hearing the result.

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. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

But the moment he catches sight of the blood pooling beneath her, his entire body stills. His eyes widen. He slowly lifts a blood-soaked piece of cloth, staring at the colour—blue. “Dear Goddess,” he whispers. The Alpha King’s heart skips. He leans forward, his voice low and desperate like a man asking a question he already feared the answer to. “Why is her blood blue?” The doctor looks up, eyes flicking to the King’s face. “Your Majesty... your sword... everyone knows it was forged with ancient magic. Deadly to all—except those of royal blood. It’s designed to identify its own.”

“I want nothing. You came seeking what’s already yours, power, legacy, freedom from his leash.” He raised a hand. Shadows stretched like claws. “Ronan,” he said. “Show him.” Ronan stepped forward, drew his blade, and without hesitation sliced open my palm. I didn’t flinch. My blood spilled onto the altar, not red, but gold streaked with crimson, pulsing faintly like it was alive. The King leaned close. “Even your blood betrays you,” he whispered. “The golden curse of your father’s line. The crimson truth of mine. Two legacies that were never meant to meet.”

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.

"Every drop of blood. Every moment of love. Every sacrifice. We would burn ourselves out to stop you." The king was silent. The ice cracked further. Then do it, he said. Show me what Marcus's hybrid can do. I raised the Kingslayer. The bond screamed. And we drove our blades into his heart. The light exploded. Gold, silver, blue—the colors of the bond, the colors of the first wolf, the colors of the bloodline. They poured into the king's body, burning away the ice, the shadow, the centuries of hunger. The king screamed—a sound that shook the cave, that shattered the carvings on the walls, that made my ears bleed.