Blood On The King's Hands Eso Novels & Stories

The old king, who looked not a day older than forty, said. He extended his hand and I extended my arm, my wrist facing upwards. He held it in his fingers, and then, with a dagger, punctured my wrist, drawing blood from it. He took my blood between his fingers and smelled it. He closed his eyes and tears welled in his eyes, then he opened his mouth and licked it. His eyes looked up at me, flashing bright red, and then he broke down sobbing, to the point that he fell on his knees before me.

It was a man who looked exactly like the father I had once known. I froze. "Elora, don't stop!" Thane shouted, but the King used the second of my hesitation. His staff flared. A shockwave of violet energy exploded, shattering the golden vines and throwing us all backward. The King didn't stay to fight. He looked at me, a trickle of violet blood running down his chin, and smiled a cold, terrifyingly familiar smile. "The debt is not just power, Elora," he whispered as he floated back toward the closing rift. "The debt is blood. And you’ve only just begun to bleed."

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.

Feeling lost, Esmer grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her out of it. “Princess, look! Look at him!” Laylin with with unshed tears turned to look at him and sprang away in shock. There was something very much wrong with the body of the King. Thin dark live tendrils seeped out of his wounds and covered the wounded area. Esmer pointed to his forehead bruise which was by far the simplest wound he had. “Look carefully what is happening.” As the tendrils covered the wound, in a second, the thread kind of structure absorbed back in his skin, revealing a scarlet patch of skin. The patch of skin was slightly blistered but healed.

there was a little drop of blood on the floor. Aria used her eyes to check if any part of his body had been wound but there was no part. there was blood on the palm of his hand. quickly, Aria looked at King Kaida's face properly and noticed the dried blood on his lips. and there was also dry blood in his ear. Elqenna walked past Aria, unfazed by the state King Kaida was in. Aria forces her feet to move as she watches Elqenna. The look on Elqenna's face helps Aria to recover herself.

It threw him backwards crashing him through a column of scorched stones. Aaron spat blood, wiped it away, and stood again. This time, he struck first. He launched upward, blade flashing a blur of silver flame, and the king caught the blow with his bare hands, the steel biting deep into his palm. Black blood hissed out of the wound and the king snarled in anger. Then he moved faster than anything that size should or could be able to move.

This can't be happening. This CAN'T be happening. This can't be fucking happening!! My hands began to tremble uncontrollably, yet I couldn't pull away from the dagger lodged in the king's chest. My gaze returned to King Kael's bloodshot eyes, his body almost fully reverted to his human form. No, no, NO!!!

"You like seeing this?" I teased even more, which made Elio's face turn scarlet. "You should have told me you like holding my hand, Your Majesty, so I will always hold yours. It’s okay, right?" I bumped into his body. The Lycan King glared at me while I gave him an innocent look. Secretly, I continued glancing at our joined hands. It was scarred. The Lycan King's hand was calloused. Perhaps of the sword he held in going to battle and the endless practices he did.

The urge to throw up is intense at the moment as my brain tries to grasp knowledge of what the King is doing to himself right now. “Why would you do that?” I scream at him, but I actually screamed out of concern for him. I’m forced to look back at his wound. My lips twitch, and my brows furrow when I notice the color of his blood. It’s not red. A golden color drips from his palms, down to the tiles— it looks like ichor, golden ichor. “Your blood…” I trail. He stares quietly, his face numb of any pain. It’s almost like he can’t feel the effects of what he has done to himself.

Someone was hunting and then fled after he got his prize? No. It was human blood. I snapped my head when I heard someone sniffing. I forgot how to breathe at the sight in front of me. The Lycan King? Hot tears rolled down his eyes as he stared down at his bloody hands. His sword was lying on the snow and it was also bloody. A shiver ran down my spine. Perhaps it was from his enemy's blood. I learned that he was once a soldier fighting for war side by side with the previous king of this kingdom. That must be it.