Does Eren Have Royal Blood Novels & Stories

A weight she couldn’t ignore. The man’s breathing slowed as sleep overtook him, his face pale but stable. Erin sat beside him, staring at his scarred form. A warrior’s body—yet something about him, the way he carried himself even in unconsciousness, seemed different. His aura was not that of a mere mercenary. There was something royal in him, something lost. Erin glanced down at her wrist, where her own mark still glowed faintly in the dark. The curse of the Silverblood, the heritage she had never asked for, now felt heavier than ever.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

But merely, there's no president, yet there's a queen. She discussed a few more and that was about her consolidation of the army against Brenda, the traitor of the nation. I’ve heard the name Brenda from Dean but I don’t know who she is. But knowing her now as a traitor, I know that she must be more dangerous than these vampires in my surroundings.

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed in her mind.

another replied, casting a wary glance toward the throne room. Fueled by these whispers, fear crept into the hearts of the kingdom’s elite, a fear that Darwin was all too happy to stoke. While outwardly maintaining his role as the king’s loyal Beta, Darwin secretly spread these rumors, seeding the idea that a new ruler—someone without the “volatile” Red Lycan blood—would bring stability to the kingdom.

As for Raine’s blood, making Yris survive in this world… It is because it is not only Elhasan blood but the royal family’s blood! Yris looked at their siblings. “Right… I remember something.” He spoke. Then, he looked at Vira. “I wasn’t sure earlier because time is tight and I only treated your injuries and made a light check on your body, but – “ he muttered as he stared at her. Vira started. She has a guess. “Miss Vira.” Yris called. “Since we’re talking about the Gate… then do you have any thoughts about it?” he asked her.

"The dragon's fire kills everything it touches. The only exception are members of the royal bloodline. Dragon tamers." "I can't be a dragon tamer... My parents were simple people." "The royal family has been around for centuries. Old branches mixed with common blood and so on..." "I have a royal ancestor?" Astrid asks, unsure. "Possible. But if you would have had enough royal blood to be immune to the fire, I would have felt that the second I met you. There were princes who didn't have enough dragon blood to pass the initiation ceremony and died, so..." So that's they were worried about Omar... Astrid is glad his blood was strong enough.

Melvin raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting to me. "But that is not all," the king continued, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against his knee. "She is also a descendant of both the Blaze kingdom and the Knight kingdom. She carries royal blood. And she has the physical ability to purify mad lycans." Melvin sucked in a sharp breath. His chest stayed inflated for three full seconds before he spoke. "Oh, my. This is a true blessing, and a massive problem. I think we must tell them our history before we proceed with anything. I believe your first thought was to kill the young lady."

He exhaled through his nose, choosing his words carefully. “It’s about Nevaeh Rowen.” I clenched my fist at that name. Jacob’s daughter. I had noticed the way Kane looked at her during the fight—the way he hovered, possessive. I had assumed she was just another plaything, another wolf drawn in by his cursed aura. Eren’s expression told me it was more than that. “What about her?” I asked. “She’s not just some girl Kane took in” Eren said. “She’s his fated mate.”