Eso Blood On A King's Hands Novels & Stories

His blood dropped inside the pot, and he took his mate's hands gently and cut the tip of her index finger. As her blood dropped to his blood in the pot, the mixture of blood turned white before it evaporated away, making all the creatures bow and holler with excitement, "long live the King and Queen." Alex collected the crown from Destiny and showed it to the people before turning to Nadazhda, then crowned it on her as the people screamed excitedly.

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.

Blood was dripping down my pant leg, staining my sock red. It was the exact wound Ezra had clawed open. And right now, Ezra, King Soren, and all the soldiers were staring right at it.

Blood sprayed as he ripped his chest open, clawing until he ripped out the beating heart. Raban’s body hit the earth with a heavy thud, shifting back into human form. Lifeless. Elder Asher tried to flee. But the King was faster. He caught him by the back, claws slicing through flesh, tearing him into pieces until nothing but blood and bone stained the ground. The King’s fur dripped red. His claws were painted with blood. His eyes glowed with madness. Then he smelt something. Mecah. Though invisible, her scent betrayed her.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

He also has dozens of young concubines living in his chambers to appease his strangest sexual desires. He is selfish lunatic, yet he is the one most expected to be the heir of Elowen's crown. He assertively picks one of the knives from the platform then proceeds to graciously make a small cut on his palm then squeezes a few drops of his foul blood over the chalice set upon the threshold. With baited breaths the kings, queens and nobles wait for the crown's light to turn white. But it doesn't! Flabbergasted, Prince Elon makes a larger than normal cut this time, almost impaling his entire wrist and screaming in the process. But the jewel retains it's red light despite his blood pouring into th

The Queen stared at the bloody rose in her hand, "It's finally mine." Showered in extreme pain, Erebus passed out.

The male hands over the cloth to the king and Richard is quick to coat the offering with the pirate’s blood. Rory gives a look over to the hand that the king wipes and notices that there is no wound of any kind or even a small scratch. “What happened?” Rory asks even though his voice is low and bitter, he manages to carry his words with meaning and purpose. The king wipes his hand clean of the pirate’s scarlet fluid. The iron sinks deep into the cloth and coats the insignia of the fabric with the blood of Salavanta. The king lingers her eyes over to him and smiles a little. “Just a little scratch. No need to worry. I was wandering along the main hall and must have cut my hand.” Rory gives a

I would have been pissing my pants but surely even I would not have back down that easily as scary as Dante was. The king was something else, his skin red and blazing hot. His dragon blood ran hot, veins all over his skin. The king ate the gap in a blink of an eye. Vlad was sent flying, and hitting the ground hard with dust rising up as he coughed out blood. The king stalked after slowly again, giving him time to get up and it seemed he was done playing games because the next time he closed the gap, he drummed on Vlad so hard the man screamed as if he had been punched straight up his asshole. His body hit the ground in a second, me having barely seen what happened but so much blood was pouri