Crowned Heads Blood Medicine Novels & Stories

Aunt and other Lycan leaders did the same, then finally me. She cut my hand, and I bled into the bowl filled with blood. She dropped the golden bowl on a table, and she closed her eyes, performing magic. The blood came out of the bowl, and I watched as they twirled to my crown. The blood was around my crown, and then it was gone. I looked at the crown, which was just a plain gold crown before, but now there are red gems on it, but it’s not gems; it’s mixed blood. This is to remind me of my promise whenever I wear the crown. She carried the crown, and I closed my eyes as she walked to me. The song increased, and the atmosphere changed as she placed the crown slowly on my head. My heart beat l

Wolf symbols carved into the surface glowed faintly, reacting to something unseen in the room. Power rolled from it immediately. Cold, heavy and alive. I felt the throne beneath the mountain react instantly. So did everyone else. Several wolves inhaled sharply as pressure filled the chamber hard enough to bend instinct itself. The Blood Crown. Real. After centuries of being treated like myth. Thomas stared openly from the back wall. “That is absolutely cursed.” “Thomas,” Vera warned quietly. “I’m serious. Look at it.” Honestly? He wasn’t wrong. The thing looked dangerous. Elias’s attention shifted toward me again.

"And the other half are nothing more than wanderers in their own kingdom after Kyron brought Nehoviah to ruins. I am trying my best, your grace. Only patience and time will yield results." He added before bringing the bottle of medicine to Jarob's lips, but he looked away, refusing to gulp down the contents. "Your Majesty, you need this." He says, but Jarob smacked his lips together, refusing to drink the medicine. "Leave us." Kora commanded, her icy gaze lingering on her husband. The royal physician sighed wearily; he packed up his things back inside the box he had come with, then bowed slightly before taking his leave. Not until the door shut close did Kora open her mouth to say something.

I ordered and he nodded before closing his eyes and a few minutes later, we left the office and went down to the packhouse exterior. Everyone was gathered and I nodded with satisfaction as I stepped out and they all hushed immediately. I was not one for the unnecessary bows and curtsies, as long as your respect for me equals the fear you have for me, and both are above a hundred, I didn't have any problem with my pack members not bowing. Pack members alone. “As everyone is aware, we have a blood wolf on our lands” the occasional footsteps came to a stop and I knew I had everyone's attention with just those few words.

After taking the Five Qi Miracle Pill, Jessica also took out the one she wanted to give to Caspian. "The Sunlit Crimson Blood Pill!" Caspian's eyes lit up when he saw the golden pill with a red pattern on its surface. "Yes! Master gave this to me two days ago. She was worried that I'd have internal injuries from the previous competition, but I'm fine now." Then, Jessica giggled and added, "I know that the biggest effect of this medicine is to strengthen the body and condense meridians. In addition, you can condense the blood in one place in a short period to save your life after consuming it. However, it doesn't have much effect on me. As for you, you're a body refiner. With the help of this

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

“Collapsing. Muttering about a crown. Your crown.” Sound dies in my ears. A crown. My crown — Mother’s relic hidden in the vaults, the symbol of the right they stole from us. How does a feverish human, bleeding and delirious, know that? My stomach drops into a well. The blood-ink is doing more than bend minds; it’s spilling my secrets.

Surrounding it was red blood that are obviously made to stab the cheeks and widely opening it to get an access for the blood flow out and drained the head. “What’s with the blood?” She examined the picture after asking her self in reaction about how the picture couldn’t make sense to get Royal’s abundancy by just forming creepy ritual. After she turned to next page, she realized how that ritual really was getting an exchange of advantages be valid. She heard echoing voices inside her head shouting for help and screaming in pain.

The sound dropped me to one knee. My hands flew to my head. Cassian’s blood, the Crown whispered. The Heart is open. Cassian staggered back, one hand pressed to his bleeding arm. The corpse crawled through the broken shield. Slowly now. Enjoying it. Its crown was not metal. It was fused bone, black thorns grown from its skull, dripping with shadow. Silver roots twisted around its ribs like veins. Beneath them, something moved in its chest, red and wet, beating where a heart should have been.

Troy and Warren fight off nearby wolves while I check my mother’s wounds, it’s bad, her arm is almost torn off at the shoulder and her torso is black and blue her ribs clearly broken. “Ma did you take my blood earlier.” I ask her trying not to cry and vomit at the mess in front of me. She shakes her head, “No.” I sigh and bite into my wrist giving her my blood, she takes it eagerly and her wounds start to heal faster. Thank fuck. “Nice crown sweetheart.” Mum whispers to me as she tries to sit up. Huh? I look down and wipe the ice so I can see my reflection I have a glowing red crown hovering over my head in flames.