Eso Blood On A King's Hands Novels & Stories

He sliced his hand in the air, and a red-like string slashed through the Elite’s body. Their excruciating shrieks echoed in the wilderness before cracks danced in their skin. They all shattered into pieces. Their fragments hovered for a moment till they became ashes that were whipped by the wind. Louise’s eyes widened. He started shaking from head to toe when the king walked toward him. “I-I did nothing—nothing wrong!” he said as firmly as he could. An evil smile carved the king’s face, making his features less human. “Calm, my child, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Here—” He offered his porcelain hands. “—let me help you.”

But I remained resolute, my grip tightening around the remnants of his once-mighty reign. Without a second thought, I plunged my hand into his chest, feeling the resistance of bone and sinew as I reached for his heart. With a single, powerful pull, I ripped it from his chest, crimson blood cascading over my hand and staining the floor beneath us. King Edward’s cries for mercy were abruptly silenced, his body slumping to the ground, lifeless and devoid of power.

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”

But the moment he catches sight of the blood pooling beneath her, his entire body stills. His eyes widen. He slowly lifts a blood-soaked piece of cloth, staring at the colour—blue. “Dear Goddess,” he whispers. The Alpha King’s heart skips. He leans forward, his voice low and desperate like a man asking a question he already feared the answer to. “Why is her blood blue?” The doctor looks up, eyes flicking to the King’s face. “Your Majesty... your sword... everyone knows it was forged with ancient magic. Deadly to all—except those of royal blood. It’s designed to identify its own.”

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

Then, everything went dark and he fainted. "Cousin-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Hei Ze'er hurriedly helped her up from the ground and helped her with the emergency treatment. At this time, the family doctor also came over and checked the patient's body and acupuncture as usual. He was sent back to his room. The king had also regained his composure. Standing by the bed, the queen's heart skipped a beat when she saw the blood stains on his hand. She asked, "What's wrong with the king's hand?"

The man stopped right at the drops of blood that were still wet. His fingertips pressed against the thick black blood at the edge of the grass. Although it was only a small drop it was clearly visible in Alfonso's vision. "This is the blood of the princess, Queen. Isn't it only this scent that is strong?" Rebecca received the blood by touching her fingertips to Alfonso's finger. Then brought close to her nose, for a moment the woman's eyes were closed in deep sniffing. "This is indeed my daughter's blood, but there is another scent present here as well."

The old king, who looked not a day older than forty, said. He extended his hand and I extended my arm, my wrist facing upwards. He held it in his fingers, and then, with a dagger, punctured my wrist, drawing blood from it. He took my blood between his fingers and smelled it. He closed his eyes and tears welled in his eyes, then he opened his mouth and licked it. His eyes looked up at me, flashing bright red, and then he broke down sobbing, to the point that he fell on his knees before me.

“Make sure to do it right. Like this!” And with that, he jerked his arm forward. His claws tore through the cold flesh and bones. Blood spilled, pooling out the opening and squirting like a thick red ooze. The Vampire King made a cringing sound, a mix between a cough and a gasp. But it was drowned by the blood filling up his insides. Blocked by the hand still inside his chest. It was the sound of a poorly drowned man…

Calhoun exclaimed. "You were bound to hear it sooner or later. Anyway, that king had someone he looked forward to marrying. It was the blood empress. Most people were happy for the union, as the empress then was Charismatic, smart and beautiful. But one day, she suddenly left. That was when the king's attitude took a drastic turn. People suspected that he acted like that because he was heartbroken, but after a while, they started to notice some patterns. The blood being had exuded such patterns before he fell into his untimely death. That was when we knew that the blood empress was another means to get rid of the Blood Kingdom by the epicene. When the king died, our ancestors did all they co