Blood Of The True King Novels & Stories

Blood issued from the slit of his skin, and it hovered in the air. “Do you, your majesty, give the throne to your heir, your son?” The priest approached the king. “Yes,” he said, almost instantly after the priest’s statement. The king’s wrist also suffered the same fate, and his blood stretched in the air with Vladimir’s. The priest stood in the center of the hovering blood, whispering incantations. After a while, the blood glided toward each other until it combined, forming a liquidize ball that was gleaming horrifyingly with the brightness of the sun. It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object

He wants his blood, and he will rip apart anyone who dares to try and stop him. Faced with the strongest and last descendant of the Bain purebloods, the king didn't know where to stand. His eyes were consumed with fear, he even looked pale as he tried to turn and run, knowing its his only chance of survival now. But Angel was smarted and faster. Knowing his next move before even he did. He gripped the king by his shoulder, roughly swinging him around ready to punch a hole into his skull.

velliam slay off king head and now he feel like weight on his Heart is left king ceremony is still ongoing. everything going smoothly. people are happy because king elect again. but they don't know what he did to gain trust. how many innocent are killed by his hand the false king is sitting on his throne. he was at height. nobody know that he is false king velliam telepotat to king throne. he kick king and king fall from height. he get injured. people saw him

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

His words echoed through the stillness of the hall, carrying his raw emotions to the heavens above. "Philip, I will never forgive you for this." my voice skipped, As I tried to hold back my tears. "Philip?" Liam's voice boomed, a fire igniting in his eyes. Determination etched across his face, he stood tall, ready to face the storm. I could feel his pain, the searing ache of losing someone so dear. It cuts deeper than any other wound, leaving a raw and vulnerable wound."Liam," I called out, desperation lacing my voice, but my words fell on deaf ears. With tears streaming down his face, he stormed to the middle of the fight, fighting with all his power.

The spectral figure’s gaze shifted toward Selene, its voice softer yet no less terrifying: “The secret of your blood runs deeper than you realize. Your lineage is entwined with both light and darkness. The curse demands the fall of a king—the one who would betray you must pay in blood.” Selene’s mind raced. The implications were staggering. She recalled vague whispers from her childhood, stories of a hidden heir, a secret born of forbidden love and treachery. Now, it seemed, the prophecy was coming to fruition. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to Ryker, desperate. “Ryker, what do you know? Who is the true king among us?” Ryker’s eyes were stormy with regret and sorrow. “I… I thought I

“I didn’t study law for nothing. I won’t stand by and let your illegitimate son tear this family apart. I’ll fight him with everything I have.” Gregory reaches across the table and presses the king’s hand until he nods. The king lifts the fork, eats a little, then sets it down again. His eyes catch mine and, for a moment, I see the weight of years in them. “Call the council,” he says, voice brittle. “I will confess. I will tell them the truth. Every bit of it.” My heart stops. “Confess what?” Gregory and I ask at once. The king meets my eyes. “I will tell them you are not my blood. That you were swapped at birth, that your mother and I didn’t know at first…”

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

Before I can ask what he went , we are already halfway down the hallway Dizziness set in as he speeds, stopping only in front of the king. His robe is now gone . Only his dress shirt, satin pants and brown leather boots. I gasp as my eyes land on his face. It no longer has those burns scaling off. It now looks smooth. “Thanks to your blood,” he drawls as if reading my thoughts. I blink. What does he mean? The king of Ashvale drinks blood? “You drank my blood?” He brush past me , his gaze flicking to the man beside me who drops to a bow. “Get her ready for the show tonight,” he orders.

And it was breaking. Slowly. But not slowly enough. The ancient king's voice suddenly returned. Not from Rowan's body. From the shadows surrounding the chamber. "I remember now." Everyone immediately became alert. "Show yourself," Serah commanded. The shadows gathered. A transparent figure appeared. The true form of the First King. No longer controlling Rowan. No longer a parasite. A spirit wearing the robes of a ruler who had watched his world die. His eyes were filled with regret. "That was the Blood God's greatest trick."