Blood Of The True King Novels & Stories

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Their smell gave them away. "Humans" grunted at me. How could they have? Asra sighed. "I was hoping so." I nodded and without thinking twice, I made my blades emerge from the darkness. How long had it been since I last got into combat? Maybe I was a little rusty, but it would certainly be enough to deal with those humans, after all, I was still the great black king and had that title for a reason. My body was shrouded in shadows and my eyes shone in a rosy hue, it meant only one thing: my enemies would become empty corpses.

She asks in a dark murderous tone. “Some bullshit blood name.” Edward says with a chuckle. Veronica looks at John who pales and his eyes go wide. “John, will you inform Mr. Molina what they call me?” “Sir, she is known as the Blood Queen.” Edward scoffs but doesn’t say anything. Veronica nods to Gavin who pulls John up from his chair. “You are about to see why they call me the Blood Queen. Maybe you will get the same fate.” Edward looks away bored and annoyed. Veronica walks over to her table where Gavin has her tools set up. She grabs her ice pick like leather punches she likes for draining a person’s blood. She grabs 5 of them.

He exclaimed then quietened when Thaddeus glared at him. "Blood sucker or not, he's still out brother and he's out there, alone with his poor wife. Who knows if she's still alive?" "I though you wanted the throne," Justus questioned, bewildered. Thaddeus scoffed, "Want the throne? I rather get bitten by one of those hideous blood suckers. "So you pity out brother?" "Definitely not. I simply want him to take back his cursed throne, I have no intention of getting killed by his new people. Enough if the talk, how do we find him?"

Quinn Black blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.

She liked the chaos, the shock, the way the room thickened with tension. "My apology, Lady Liora. I got carried away," said the king, licking drops of blood from his lips, "virgin blood is the sweetest one. " He said it like he was discussing wine, not murder. "The sweetest blood is the mates' one," I corrected him.

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something

“Only commitment and truth. Then you will be tied to me forever.” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “I will go first.” He slid open his palm, letting his blood drip into the circle. “I, Ryker Wraithe, the King of Dark Magic,” he began, his eyes never leaving hers, “will be the only person you choose, forever, Blood Petal. If you ever dare to betray me…I will hunt you, even if I turn to ash.” His words echoed through the dark hall, the fire in the circle flaring as if confirming his truth.

Unfortunately, it looked like that was what was going to happen. “Buy me some time,” Chief Priest Kaka ordered the Blood King and pulled off one of his rings. The Blood King moved immediately to the call of its master, ignoring Destiny and dashing towards Red Rose. Destiny pursued it swiftly, and soon he and Red Rose were fighting together again, and the Blood King was being pushed back, its injuries accumulating faster than its body could heal. At this speed, the Blood king would not last past ten minutes. Ten minutes was enough for what Chief Priest Kaka wanted to do – no, it was more than enough.