Crowned Heads Blood Medicine Novels & Stories

I know full well that his body is recovering and healing internally at this very moment. My blood is the most powerful medicine that can cure any disease whether it's man made, nature made or created from black magic, you name it, my blood can cure them all. That's what my grandmother told me and I believe her. I finished treating the royal heir and managed to kick out the dark spirits lurking inside the room. Mission accomplished! All I have to do is wait and observe Alpha's health condition. I walked to the window and looked outside. The luxurious mansion was situated on vast land surrounded by towering trees, growing abundantly around the magnificent estate.

My head shattered and my thoughts became jumbled as I listened to the man spill his shit. “We can’t directly place your life at risk. You will have to look for someone else to do it or we accept that your father isn’t—” “Do not even think about saying that!” I yelled and the elder held down his tongue. Then I turned my attention to the healers. “And as for you, we are going to use my blood to do whatever you need to do to help my father.” “Your Highness, I am afraid if you insist, you will have to give the crown to someone else. At least until you are healthy again...” The elder quickly put in.

In reality, it was the public passing of the torch. From that night on, everyone would know that Zach was the new head of the family. Throughout the banquet, Ethan's gaze never left me. Zach, meanwhile, kept stirring up trouble, ensuring the night was far from boring. As expected, the next day's headlines were dominated by the three of us. The front-page exclusives were bold, eye-catching, and impossible to miss. Amber's accusatory call did not even have time to come through when another visitor arrived at my door.

Not only is the blood in her veins uncommon, it is also associated with the oldest house. She is the key to the council, to the inheritance. To the crown. Keep her safe. Or put her to death. — Dr. V. Maddox I went over the letter twice. Then again a third time. The edges of the paper were clenched by my fingers. “The crown?” I said in a raspy voice.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

“Neat.” Jamie nodded. “Sure.” He turned, aware of the man’s eyes on his back. It wasn’t leering. It wasn’t hungry. It was… assessing. Jamie’s shoulders tensed anyway. He poured the drink carefully. Too carefully. His hands steadied when he focused on the ritual, the sound of liquid against glass, the clean scent of alcohol rising sharp and brief. He exhaled without realizing he’d been holding his breath. When he returned, their fingers brushed as he set the glass down.

Each page carried a second seal beneath the Council’s crest—the raised stamp of the city court, issued through municipal channels and formally delivered to the Families. Not rumor. Not accusation. State-verified evidence. A violation of Blood Law— the oldest rule of the Families, forbidding any Don from endangering the bloodline or trading alliances without Council consent. The hall went silent. Not a whisper. Alexander’s face drained completely. He stared at the screen as if it were a death sentence. “This is fake!” he roared suddenly. “All of it! Forged!” He turned on me, eyes wild. “You’re insane, Emma! You’d fabricate Council orders just to destroy me?”

The Metropolitan Museum of Art had been transformed into something obscene. Ten thousand white roses climbed the pillars of the Great Hall. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling on invisible wires, throwing fractured light across seven hundred guests in black tie, all of them holding champagne and pretending they weren’t looking at each other. A twelve-piece orchestra played something restrained and expensive near the fountain. The air smelled like perfume, money, and the particular kind of tension that happens when too many powerful people are crammed into one room.

Human serum albumin derived from blood is now used widely to treat a range of conditions. "Amara, in the days after you drove Oscar out, I analyzed his medicinal tonic and found traces of blood in it. That was the active component. Without it, nothing I tried at the hospital came close to reproducing the effect." Diana's voice softened. "Only Oscar's blood seems capable of treating your migraines." She had felt guilty for keeping this to herself, but she wasn't someone who could lie. She would rather remain silent than say something she knew was false. Amara stared at Diana. "So you're telling me the only person who can treat my headaches is Oscar?"

Kael rode straight through the arched doorway and into the main hall, finally pulling up in front of the head healer's office. "MAEVE!" His voice echoed off stone walls. "I need you NOW!" Doors flew open. Healers in their traditional grey robes emerged, ready to handle whatever emergency had brought the Crown Prince crashing into their domain with such urgency. Then they saw Lyra. Saw the mate mark on Kael's neck. Saw Nyx leap down from the horse and bare her teeth at anyone who came too close. The head healer—Maeve Thornwick, a severe woman in her sixties with more knowledge of wolf physiology than anyone in the kingdom—took one look at the scene and snapped into action.