Crown Of Blood And Ruin Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yeah yeah. Give me the flowers now, I have a plate of food waiting for me." Cornelius arranged five bouquets of various flowers in the flower basket. Anna bid him farewell and entered the castle halls. Cleaning the floors, she met other maids. She found her bucket and mop, as she had expected, waiting for her. She let out a sigh and began replacing the flowers. She emptied the vases and replaced the old flowers with new ones. She returned the basket and returned to the hall to clean the floors with the other maids. The hall is a massive structure. Cleaning it takes such a long time.

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

But as she held Darian’s bloodstained hand, Serenya wondered if victory had already stolen too much. Because in the end, crowns were not forged of gold, but of blood. And hers had only just begun to bleed.

Breathing unevenly. [XAVIER] (muttering) "The Crown shall bite back... unless the Flame consents. But what if I'm not the Flame? What if I'm just the match?" His fingertips graze the edge of the Crown. It flares black and gold. And from deep within it... a whisper. THE CROWN (whispering) "The blood is awakening. But which will rise? The Flame... or the rot?" A sudden tremor rocks the vault. Xavier stumbles back. Behind him—

Selene cuts her hand first, followed by Octavia, Archie, and Dean. The blood mixed and came out of the bowl. Selene twisted her hand, and two identical crowns appeared. The crown is golden with red gemstones on it. It has three thorns coming out of it, but it confused me why there were two. The blood poured on the crown, and I can see the blood entering the gemstones and turning them crimson red. Selene looked at Dean, smiling at him.

“You don't listen, do you? How many more messes are you going to make for me to clean up? This isn't child's play, Reyna. You can do whatever the hell you want but don't you dare touch Roxie, whether she is my mate or not. Don't drag the innocent into your petty plans for revenge.” Sharply, he reeled and walked out of the library and Reyna felt like she could breathe again, and slowly, something warm tickled down her nose. Blood. Reyna wiped it clean with her hand. She stared at it with a confused gaze. Only an alpha and a luna were capable of reducing others to a mess of blood when their dominance and pheromones were resisted; Kaizen wasn't an alpha and he was a werewolf without a wolf in h

1. The Shadow Crown Burns The Shadow Crown sat heavy on Ava’s head, colder than steel, yet thrumming with heat that pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn’t a crown forged by goldsmiths or royal decrees. It was made of blood. Of betrayal. Of truths too old to be remembered. As the altar burned with fireless flame, the world tilted. The five heirs knelt before her—but Rowan’s bow was slower, his movements hollow. His gaze never left hers.

The ruin shook, the abyss climbing higher, licking at her feet. Zayn planted his blade in the ground, his flames erupting outward in a defensive circle, cutting the monsters down. His roar shook with fury and desperation. “Then I’ll cut the crown from you!” He surged forward, faster than before, his sword blazing brighter, a golden inferno. He aimed not at her heart, not at her throat, but at the crown itself. The crown hissed. Her flames flared black. The two collided. The impact was devastation. The ground ruptured. The ruins disintegrated. Light and void tore through the abyss as if trying to overwrite reality.