Novel & Cerita Eso Blood On A King's Hands

Quinn Black blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.

Bad Marinah, I mentally chastise myself. I anxiously move my outstretched hand back to my side. His eyes follow the movement and now he's staring at my lower half. I have a decent ass but no hips to speak of and my long torso always makes me self-conscious. I turn my palm upward and notice a slight trail of blood caused from my uncoordinated fall from the stairs. King's massive hand reaches forward and without thought I place my bloody hand out. His grasp is tight, not a handshake at all. He lifts my arm and sniffs my hand before his thick, rough tongue slides out and licks the blood from my palm.

the king muttered, mouth opening and closing, speaking incoherent words, with only occasional discernible phrases. "Your Majesty, what's wrong?" I knelt by the bed, looking at the king's closed eyes. His pale face was covered in sweat, as if in a terrible nightmare. Trying to understand his words, I leaned closer. Suddenly, a hand grasped my arm tightly. The king's eyes opened, ice-blue and filled with murderous intent. "Klaus, give me more blood. I'm so cold." As I shivered at the implication, his eyes turned pleading, tears welling up in the blue depths. "Caesar, please, don't take me away. I didn't do it."

The urge to throw up is intense at the moment as my brain tries to grasp knowledge of what the King is doing to himself right now. “Why would you do that?” I scream at him, but I actually screamed out of concern for him. I’m forced to look back at his wound. My lips twitch, and my brows furrow when I notice the color of his blood. It’s not red. A golden color drips from his palms, down to the tiles— it looks like ichor, golden ichor. “Your blood…” I trail. He stares quietly, his face numb of any pain. It’s almost like he can’t feel the effects of what he has done to himself.

“Something’s coming up.” Remy pulled me back. “Celeste—” I felt it. The locket burned. Twin heartbeat—Remy’s—racing. But under it, something older. Deeper. The water parted. A hand rose. Not flesh. Stone. Carved with four-point spirals. Covered in moss and chains. Then another hand. Then a crown—iron, rusted, three points bent like claws. The drowned king. His eyes opened—empty sockets glowing with reservoir light.

This is the third day and we in the same clothes but I cant complaint because we bath and are given 3 meals a day. The door opens, this time the prince and the king come in. The same thing happens with the voices but when I look at the king I see blood on his hands, a lot of blood, these cries and pleading must be a thing of this kingdom because even the king is followed by them but the blood suggests that they don’t only kidnap these people, they kill them too.

He gasped instantly, his eyes widening as my blood's taste overwhelmed him. "Oh my...." He moaned. He gazed at me with cruel intent. I was too dizzy for this. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. The look in his eyes told me he was about to tell me some very, very bad news. "This blood is no ordinary blood. This is fit for a king. The King of Wrath, no doubt." He declared, his eyes roaming my body. All the dark ones turned their heads toward me, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "You're the king's blood whore." The leader spoke.

-Now, Soraia, you will feel what it is to die and live in the same variable- he said as he walked towards Soraia who was trembling in fear and pain and brought his hand to her bleeding and throbbing head. -Julio Cesar, why do you want my blood so badly? - and wounded that she collapsed. -Because the pure blood of a descendant of a king or queen deprives you of any other," he said as he stooped down beside her, "and also because you remind me of someone I loved very much, and like her.

With his hands behind his back, Emperor Ao walked toward Blood King step by step. Blood King was furious about Emperor Ao's arrogance. "You want it? That depends on your ability." Blood King raised the octagonal bronze mirror in his hand and tried his best to look disdainful. Emperor Ao did not stop. As he walked forward, he raised his hand and slapped him in the air. Clap! With a loud sound of slap, Blood King cried and flew out obliquely.