Crowned Heads Blood Medicine Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.

The church knew this too but because of the new law… their unlawful and wicked operation had to be done even more secretly. The old vampire council also knew how hard it'd be for their kind to adapt to that shitty mixture, so they secretly created "The Blood Vessel." Simply put, black market human blood. But unlike, the wicked ways of man, Vampires didn't hunt humans or coerce them with vampire magic…they simply recruited willing humans who wanted to serve vampires as their blood slaves. So this is where I come in… Saratan Credi, the stupid human girl with a death wish.

He was just like the father I never could have. He waved his good hand. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, trying to sound calm, but his face had gone pale. He wasn’t fine! He was losing a lot of blood! I ran to his backyard where I had seen lots of medicinal herbs. It was fortunate that he had them close to his house. I began crushing them, mixing them the way Zora had taught me years ago. He watched me in confusion. “You know what you’re doing?” he asked, his brows pulled tightly together. He didn’t seem like he was convinced.

She glared at me again, looking at me like I was a common cockroach. "Regardless, you laid hands on me. You just ruined your career. I’ll have Lorenzo call the Chief of Medicine personally. You’ll never hold a scalpel again as long as you live!"

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

It is the first time since I walked into room E-14 that I understand the full shape of what has been happening in Silver Hollow. Not just the water supply. Not just the children. The blood trade operation that runs through the Crescent Grand's bonded storage, the one Deset witnessed, moves illegal pureblood-grade blood product through the same infrastructure as the water supply contract. The revenue funds research. The research, Vass's work, produces compounds that can be weaponized in two directions: they can cause Fade Sickness, which creates demand for treatment, and they can enhance blood product potency, which increases the value of the trade.

“What?” “The samples.” She tapped each vial in turn. “One feels like raw pressure. The other feels like it’s already trying to become a system.” He frowned slightly, considering that. “So the crowns may not care about the blood itself. They may care about what the blood proves you can survive.” Celeste went still. That was closer.

Sirena’s gaze dropped to the waves below, heavy with sorrow. “She is my blood. My heir. I will not abandon her again.” Atlas’s silence stretched long. Finally, he said, “Then prepare yourself, Queen of the Northern Sea. Because claiming her will not only expose your secret—it will bring war to our waters.” The tide surged at his words, restless and wild, as though the ocean itself knew that the storm had begun.