Crowned Heads Blood Medicine Novels & Stories

Immediately, Lorian let out a cold laugh, flicking his fingers. A wave of purification power shot forward. It stripped the silver poison from their claws and forced it back into their bodies through their wounds. "AAAH—!!" The three royal heirs crashed heavily to the ground, screaming in agony as the silver poison backfired through their bodies. Camilla, who had pinned all her hopes on them, went deathly pale. Her last illusion was shattered completely. She turned and tried to run, but Cael grabbed her instantly and threw her back at my feet.

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”

I've never heard of it before. Some in the crowd fled in fear, while the braver ones stayed to watch the spectacle unfold. Among them, someone noticed the shock on Ira's face when he heard the term and hurried over to ask. Ira did not beat around the bush. He swallowed hard and exclaimed in shock, "The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom is said to be a divine ancient treasure. It far surpasses the Five Elemental Wonders by miles! "There are even rumors that using the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom in medicine can refine a pill that immortals consume!

“Where was it found?” ‎ ‎“At the southern gate, my Queen. No messenger, no name. Just this.” ‎ ‎Dravon gives a curt nod. “Open it.” ‎ ‎The soldiers hesitate but obey. They pry the latch and lift the lid slowly. ‎ ‎A hush falls over the room. ‎ ‎Inside the chest lies a single crown, twisted silver, encrusted with red gems that glint darkly. But it’s smeared with blood. Fresh. The metallic scent fills the air.

"We have a visitor who will be very useful." Someone entered the laboratory, it was a bright-eyed crow carrying two vials of something resembling blood. Yelena recognized the animal at the same time, it was one of Jae Hyun’s Ravens. The animal put the objects on a table and gave a relieved sigh: "Ufa, I could not bear to carry this anymore." He said with a piping. "The master said that this blood can help to attack and defend in our war. Use little, it does not need much to create a weapon. Can also be added in the shields of protection. Use wisely, the master is not available at the moment." Twilight said, tired, throwing herself on the table too.

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

It was the ultimate test of the Queen’s Crown: choosing the pack over the blood. For the next six hours, I worked in a feverish trance. I mixed the violet-obsidian blood with crushed sun-salts and the essence of the First King’s Altar. The result was a glowing, amber liquid that hissed whenever it came into contact with the shadows in the corner of the room. "It’s ready," I whispered.

"Moonstone for the Lunar line, amber for the Solar line, jade for the Terra line, and sapphire for the Celestial line." "My dream," I whispered. "Nightshade and Evangeline wore corrupted crowns, pieces taken from the originals and reformed." "If they possess fragments of the other three crowns," Sebastian continued, "then they could channel corrupted power through them. The Crimson Ascension ritual would amplify this corruption exponentially." "That explains why they need Royal blood," Maison realised. "To fully activate the crown fragments they've stolen." Alpha Logan carefully lifted the Lunar Crown, studying it with newfound respect. "This changes our understanding of what we face. Not ju

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.

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