Eso Blood On A King's Hands Novels & Stories

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.

The king grew impatient because it was almost time for dinner, and he promised to join Aileen. "You killed my mood. As a consequence, I shall kill you. Hold your peace forever," says king Viishaun as he paints the ground with blood from the person he caught. He sighed and murmured, "She'll freak out if she sees me covered with blood from this pest. I guess I better change my cape and vest before heading home."

The white coat his father wore was soaking up with blood slowly. “You will say it” he commanded his father whom he had cornered and had disarmed moments ago after a treacherous fight which the King had ordered the guards to not intervene. Regardless, resurrected or possessed, he was still the prince. “And you will spare me” the king said in return, silently pleading for another chance at life. But Xanthanius’s blood rushed with a certain amount of adrenaline that he was scared his flesh would melt right off his bones. He had waited for this moment and he would do whatever it takes to seal it.

"You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it." Karlo’s eyes darkened until they were completely void of emotions, his fingers crushing the plastic casing of the phone until it began to tear. "If you touch her, Marco, there is no corner of this earth that will hide you from me. I will find you, even if it means to use the last drop of my blood to find you."

Peeking up, Elina was gestured by the king to stand beside him “Huh?” She mumbled, not sure if to go ahead. Glancing to the sides. The various old men sitting didn't seem to like her. The ugly looks said it all “Go,” Miguel whispered and Elina did a told. Soon she climbed the few stairs leading up, quickly rushed to where she was supposed to stand and took her position. Surprisingly, she noticed something about the king. His hands had balled into a tight fist while resting on the armrest. Elina looked closely and saw as his skin, which had been a deep red with thick veins popping out returned to know.

The tears dried, nothing but protectiveness falling over me. My eyes flickered open, falling on the king’s bloodied skin. My hands soon let go, him slipped away to carefully place his head on the ground. My whole face, my whole body covered in nothing but blood, blood of my own mate and mine, turned to one. My body rose up, my head tipping up just as the whip cracked in the air. I held up my hand, letting it circle around the hand, pulling out blood as it caved around it, fitting like a glove.

“A Queen. Something. Something happen to her.” “Who? What? Which Queen?” How many does he own? Chavias wondered. Not for the first time. “Her eyes.” Essius waved a white hand before his face. “What about them?” Radix snapped. “They go white like me.” He turned his hand over and lifted the back of it for Radix’s inspection as an example. “What causes it?” “A man with drink.” “Poison.” Radix said. “Who?” “I couldn’t-I can’t…See.”

Human King had thought that this person was Chu Xun, but after hearing the whispers of the crowd, he knew that he was not. "Who are you? Let Chu Xun come out to go die!" Blood King shouted. After he spoke, he flipped his hand in mid-air and the large blood-red hand began to fall with a loud bang. Long Ao's hair stood on end instantly. The blood-red hand had not landed on him yet, but the terrifying power had already made it difficult for him to breathe. Long Ao instantly realized that this man was Human King. His Internal Breath around him surged as he took out the octagonal bronze mirror and then frantically injected his Internal Breath into it.

The chatter of the people, the sight of the huts, the rustling of the trees—all seemed to move at a slow pace. Reaching my throne, I gazed out at the assembled crowd before me. "Βασιλιάς (King)," I extend my hand towards the lady. She stepped forward, gripping my hand firmly before swiftly slashing a cut into my palm and placing a bowl beneath it. I watched as my blood flowed down my hand, dripping steadily into the waiting bowl below. After a few moments, she removed the bowl, applying a paste to the cut before wrapping it in cloth.