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“Which means you and the other siblings, excluding my mother, are spared from the carnage of the berserk blood?” “That’s right.” Leonardo nodded. “I remember seeing three kids when I was at your mother’s grave. If the inheriting trait continues, one of them would have the berserk blood in his or her body.” Tyr replied, “That would be my eldest daughter, Cyrene.” “Isn’t she only six or seven years old? Have any of the traits of the berserk blood surfaced?”

“We haven’t found a suitable breeder yet. The candidates from each territories were... insufficient.” I began walking toward him. My boots hit the floor in slow, deliberate thuds that seemed to echo off the stone walls. I watched his throat move as he swallowed. His breathing hitched before I even reached him. I stopped right in front of him, close enough to smell the nervous sweat on his skin. “You’re saying you’re unable to find a single female who can survive the claim?” My voice dropped, becoming a low. Eran’s hands clenched at his sides. “I’m working on it, my king. It’s a matter of finding the right bloodline. Most cannot handle the—”

The marriage between Eris and Elisa wasn't enough to regrow the bloodline. From what he had known there were five royal families and one of them was the true royals. Cayden was able to find further information on Eris' family, he belongs to one of the royal families. They were the last ones alive and the rest dead. The only difference between a regular royal and the true royal is their powers. But he was still a young boy before he could know anything about them. His mother would usually tell him wonderful stories of the true royals. "Where am I? Did I die?" Iris asked her voice croaked from the lack of water in her throat.

I nearly rolled my eyes but I kept my cool. Linnet dropped the flowers she brought on the bedside table then she bowed a little to greet my mum. “ Why are you here?” I asked,my voice cold. She removed her shades and flipped her hair over her shoulders.“ I just came to see if the rumors were true. The almighty Eren Scott,Don of the Zenturio Clan in the hospital,suffering from a heart condition all because of a woman.” Her voice didn't sound mocking but I sensed it in her tone and from that smirk on her face.

That was why it had to be a human. "Why royalty, though?" I asked. "Ah, well, it could be any virgin. But royalty makes the small that much more potent, stronger. Royal blood is special." Gulliver said knowingly. "Royal.. blood?" I asked. There was dread in my stomach, and uncertainty, an unease that I didn't understand fully. I know that royalty was strong, bloodlines that could be traced back to Enos. But I didn't understand why that mattered for the spell. Or what Gulliver meant when he said that Elena didn't have to do anything.

He looked at Lucian angrily once again, and approached Emelia to kiss her forehead, but Lucien pushed him away, making Eren look at him angrily. "Who do you think you are to do that?" “Stay away from him, Eren. These are my orders. Do you think that my sister is a toy for you to kiss her whenever you want ?” He rolled his eyes with extreme anger, and looked at Lucian, whose face was covered with sternness, before moving to his home, while Lucas and Lucien continued. “There is no need to be so wary of Eren. He is from one of the ruling families of the Vampire Kingdom, and it is impossible for him to harm us in any way.”

"The duel is meant for the royal blood mother" Darl snarled at his mother. "Oh,is Erimense not a royal blood". She asked,nit looking at him. Darl was enraged. "Do not pretend as if you don't know what I'm talking about". "What are you talking about son". Zoire asked him. Darl growled. "We all know, that Erimense was adopted,and not a royal blood". Zoire was shocked,at what Darl had just said. "Who told you that".She said standing up to face him.

Erin urged, shaking her mother's leg in desperation. “You can not get it. I am not sure you will return alive,” Her mother confessed, still shielding the answer from her. “I still want to know what it is.” Taking an audible gulp, her mother finally revealed to her, saying, “The blood of an enemy.” Erin blinked once then twice, not making sense of what she was saying. Lines of confusion creased her forehead. “Can you be more specific, mother?” “The blood of a mere werewolf,” she announced, pausing to blow her nose before continuing, saying, “And the blood of a royal werewolf.”

he said. “What do you mean, by force?” “After the battle, the House of Conrad bestowed the throne to Prince Erich the Second, a cousin of the King of Germany. His family has ruled that part of Europe ever since, but they are not the rightful bloodline to sit on the throne,” Edmund said. “So I have to go to Scotland and fight for a throne I knew nothing about until ten minutes ago?” I asked him. “It is the only way you can try and save the Princess,” Edmund said.

Sage Time seems to freeze as Eris's words hang in the air. Through our bond, I feel Alaric's fury building like a storm, but outwardly he maintains that deadly calm that makes lesser wolves bare their throats. "These laws," Eris continues, her perfect smile never wavering, "are quite specific about the requirements for a royal mate." She unrolls the ancient scroll with deliberate slowness, clearly savoring every moment. "Particularly regarding bloodlines and... certain natural abilities a queen must possess."