Novel & Cerita Does Eren Have Royal Blood

I kicked the lid of the coffin containing De Comte's body. Eren suddenly appeared behind me. I immediately became alert and pointed my sword at him. "Calm down, it's me!" "De Comte?" I asked to be sure. Eren took out a small clear vial filled with blood. He threw the bottle at me. "That's Eren's blood. Use that blood temporarily so I can rise. Eren's blood is also pure lycan blood, although the results will be better than if I used Anna's blood! I just want to return to my own body."

Elena had made her move, and she had done so with blood. The retaliation wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t calculated the way she thought it was. No—it was desperate, reckless, and meant to force our hand before we could solidify our growing dynasty. But she had made a mistake. Because we weren’t just rulers protecting an empire anymore. We were parents ensuring that no one threatened our child before they even took their first breath. And that meant there would be no mercy. It came without warning.

"Besides, I need to know which side the people in my castle are on." Rena chuckled, "You're very deceptive." "Heh… Isn't this what you and that guy taught me? I just followed what my parents did." "So you acknowledge us as your parents?" "Don't dream, even if this is a lie, the confession will never happen." "But you can't lie to the fact that my blood and His Majesty's blood run through your body." Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have."

"Because if you are Princess Elena, then the people you remember as your parents were probably your guardians, not your biological parents. They would have raised you, protected you, kept you safe until you were old enough to claim your throne." "This is crazy," Anna said. "How would we even prove something like this?" "Royal blood has markers," Elder Marcus explained. "Specific genetic signatures that can be tested. If Rosemary is the lost princess, a blood test will show it." "And there's another way to know," Elder Drake added. "The royal family had a specific power that manifested around age twenty-five. The ability to command all werewolves within their territory with absolute authority

“He admitted part of it… but not like this. He says I’m his mate, his to breed, his to ruin.” Elena’s expression darkened. “There’s so much more you don’t know, sweetheart. You carry royal blood from my family, an ancient and extremely rare bloodline of wolves with powers most have forgotten existed. That’s why strange things have been happening to you. Your powers are awakening. Strong emotions, proximity to Damien, and the approaching full moon are all accelerating the process at a dangerous rate.”

"It's possible that's significant. Three Royal bloodlines simultaneously may have properties we haven't documented." "It does," Maren said from her chair. Her voice was steady but her color was diminished — she had given more than the others, I suspected, and hadn't mentioned it. "There are records in the old texts. Royal blood combined from multiple lines carries a kind of resonance. It recognizes its own." She looked at Aria. "Her body would have accepted it more readily. Processed it more efficiently." Aria, propped against the chair's back with her eyes open and her color returning, looked at Maren.

"The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never quite chose her. She is still in your palace as we speak. She is the second blade." He pauses. His mouth works. The fourth sentence costs him more than the other three. He spends a long second looking past me, at something I cannot see, gathering whatever a dead king gathers when he is trying to push a single sentence across a current he is not allowed to cross again. "And there is a ninth name on your mother's list. The one she could not say to you in Paria. Your uncle is its servant. Your consort is its servant. Even your cousin Rose is bei

I paused as his words settled heavily into my chest. An Alpha prince and heir cannot be crowned Fang Father unless he already has his own heir and from his mate. Did that mean…? “No, that’s impossible,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. As though denial could shield me from the truth clawing at my mind. As though saying it aloud could undo whatever betrayal I was beginning to understand. “You’re a barren halfblood, Tanya. Elder Beta Zorun should have allowed you to get beheaded alongside your father years ago! I regret ever allowing him bring you in.”

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“Royal blood.” Lillian’s heartbeat pounded. She was Aedric’s mate. The future queen. And if sealing the creatures required royal blood… Then stopping this might cost her everything. ---------------------------------------------- Lillian felt the weight of Elaria’s words settle over her like a shroud. Royal blood. Her blood. Cassian’s grip tightened on his sword, his body shifting subtly between her and the High Priestess. “You’re saying the only way to stop this is by using Lillian?” His voice was low, dangerous.