Blood On The King's Hands Eso Novels & Stories

A drop of blood from my still open palm dripped down. I didn’t realise until it was already too late and the drop of blood had hit the king’s hand. Out of nowhere there was a flash of light and then everywhere turned dark again and the air was still. Less than a minute later, his fingers slightly moved. My eyes widened and I stumbled back as my heart fell into my stomach. Kaiden on the other hand moved closer and tried to inspect. Then out of nowhere, the king’s eyes flew open. His blue eyes were piercing and filled with life.

Soren lunged. He did not have a weapon. He did not have a plan. He threw himself at the king, his claws extended, his body a shield between us and the darkness. The king caught him by the throat. Soren's feet left the ground. His hands clawed at the king's wrist, but the grip did not loosen. His face turned red, then purple. His eyes bulged. "No!" I screamed. I raised the Kingslayer. The gold beneath my skin surged. The crown on my head blazed.

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.”

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

He handed the knife to me, his silver eyes locked on mine with a fierce, unyielding trust that made my throat close up. I took the blade and cut my own left palm, right over the pink scar where I had bled for him in the mountain chamber. The blood ran hot and fast down my wrist. "Join your hands over the basin," Greta commanded, her eyes bright with ancient focus. "Let the blood of the King and the blood of the First Moon mingle before the sea." Caspian reached out, his big, bleeding hand closing tightly over mine. Our blood mixed together, hot and thick, dripping down into the black granite bowl.

Bright red blood was rapidly soaking through his fingers, staining the dark fabric of his vest. Rhea, open your eyes. Look at me," Dominic begged. The cold, unyielding king who had just dismantled an army was completely gone, replaced by a man drowning in pure, unadulterated terror. He cradled the back of her head, his silver eyes flashing with a frantic, erratic brilliance as his energy core pulsed uselessly inside his chest. "You survived the ruins. You survived the fever. You are not leaving me now."

For the Lycan King, William is a weak Alpha, incapable of running Bresmont. “So, Ember, my ever-loyal soldier. I am curious as to how you destroyed those bastards’ camp. What did you see in there? Tell me everything. Every detail of it.” The King leaned back on his magnificent chair and crossed his legs, ready to listen to what Ember will say. A beautiful servant went to serve the King a transparent goblet that is full of a red liquid. Blood. The King leisurely took a sip from it. So, this is the reason why the King had her summoned. He wanted information.

And I heard a loud shattering sound, the plates slipped out of my hand. "You dared to shout at me, bitch!" He yells, standing up from his chair. I look up and see his hand swings to slap me, I close my eyes frantically, but the hand never came. I open my eyes and see King holding his hand while Jack is hissing in pain. King throws him like a ball at the end of the hall. I shut my mouth with my hands, to avoid making any noise. King turns his head and looks at me, his eyes are no longer showing the red color, they are all black.

“The whole palace is watching you bleed for him. Don't give them a reason to think you are breakable.” For the first time, I noticed the dark shadows beneath Kael's eyes. His ceremonial uniform was creased, and a faint smear of dried blood stained one cuff. He looked as though he had spent the entire night holding the kingdom together while everyone waited to see if the King would live. He stepped back into the shadows before I could answer. I had genuinely carried a piece of his agony into my own flesh. His hand rested on top of the blanket, pale and still. Days ago that same hand had guided me through a dance beneath a glass dome. Yesterday it had ripped a silver bolt from his own flesh. A

“Don’t soil your beautiful garments for my sake, soon to be king. I shall heal.” King wrapped the robes more tightly around Anthony’s wounds. “How interesting. I also thought that you could bleed out.” But I didn’t miss King’s wince. I’d never met anyone who had so much pride in their clothes…or hair. Yet he’d get blood on his robes for an angel…? Or was it that Anthony was now part of his pack? Mischief snatched my hand, pulling me go to Anthony. “Let us see.” King pulled away the robes. When I studied the claw marks, my eyes