Eso Blood On A King's Hands Novels & Stories

The stone walls did not echo. "Give me your right hand." I gave it. The cut was clean. Three drops, four, five into the silver. The King held out his. The priest cut him. Three drops, four, five into the same silver. "Touch your blood to him." I looked up. His grey eyes had been on me from the moment the knife touched my skin. He had not moved. He had not looked away. I lifted my hand and pressed my open palm to his. The thing in my chest hit.

Xenia sniffed unable to stop her tears. King Lee touched the girls hair and paused for a while before withdrawing his hand. Blood. There was blood stained on his hand. God! This is not happening. Conniption gripped me as I stared at the blood in his hand. The plate injured her for real...? Oh goodness. Alicia is so dead King Lee slowly took his hand to his head and rubbed the blood off. "Who did this to you?" He asked with so much darkness resounding in his voice.

But now, they were trembling. Lucian's grip tightened on her arm, and she turned to look at him, her heart pounding as she saw the anxiety etched into his features. "What’s happening?" she asked, but he didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed ahead, and Cassia followed it. Inside the king’s quarters, the sight that greeted them was something out of a nightmare. The king, once a towering figure of strength, was now crumpled on the stone floor, his body unnaturally still. His skin was pale, lips tinged with an unnatural shade of blue that seemed to reflect the death in his eyes. His once-pristine robes were stained with dark marks, a twisted symbol of the poison that had claimed his life.

She couldn’t be dead. He grabbed onto her shoulders, running his hands through that tangled mess of the hair on her head and wiping smears of blood from her wrist . A hand rested on his shoulder. It was his second in command talking to him, telling him he was so sorry, that they’d have a ceremony, and that it was a great loss for the whole pack. But then again, she wasn’t dead. He dosen't believe it! The king snarled and threw his friend’s hand from his shoulder. “She’s not dead.” He growled, standing to face the room. He was still naked and caked in dirt and this time instead of his blood he's covered in his mate’s blood.

Melody reached for Erik's hand, holding his palm upwards. "With this blood, I give you a king, the protector of our land. The son of the Moon and the leader of our men." She shouted, slicing Erik's hand. I watched as the blood dripped into the goblet. I gave Melody my hand, turning it, so my palm faced up.

The afternoon sun was already disappearing behind the dark pine trees, casting a pale orange light across the stone floor. My chest was burning with a terrible, white-hot heat. The royal magic inside my blood was pulsing violently against the seals of my soul, reacting to the heavy stress of the upcoming winter festival. Every step felt like walking on hot coals. A thick pool of hot copper blood flooded my tongue. I tightly clamped my mouth shut, grinding my teeth together as I forcefully swallowed the warm blood down. I pulled up my grey sleeve to check my bare wrist; the golden threads of my royal veins were glowing with a dangerous, liquid light.

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?"

He is wearing a leather jerkin but it is what he has in his hands that sends terror through me. Clenched in his grasp is a sword, the polished steel has been stained by a dark crimson. Blood. “Yeri!?” Camille’s voice finds me but I do not turn back to look at her. The king is looking at me. He has recognized by presence by the call of my name and I begin to walk towards him. “Wh—whose blood is that?” I ask. “Take her away from here.” The king says, ordering his guards to do so.

He doesn’t shake off my touch. “Your Majesty,” someone starts. He lifts a hand and the room stills again. His attention returns to me. King Ardon looks around the room with sharpness, taking in the rubble and chaos. Then his gaze lands back on me and him on the floor. He looks at my hands, the thin red mark where I caught a splinter still bleeds. His gaze tracks the movement like it means something. “You move fast, Esme.” I bow my head. “I was close, my king.”

He was dealing with a true-blooded Vampire, the rightful heir of the Vampire kingdom and dark empire. He didn't even have time to scream before I ripped his throat out and sunk my hand into his chest. Black Blood oozed from the gaping hole, his heart still beating as I ripped it from his body. He dropped to the ground, his red eyes wide with shock. I tossed the heart beside him crushing it under my boot. I leaned over him, my face an inch from his. "Long live the king." I spat, ripping his head off his body and making my way to the castle.