Eso Blood On A King's Hands Novels & Stories

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.

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.

His steps echoed through his study, stopping when he reached the bloodied knife on the mahogany floors. My heart clenched when the king reached down and picked the weapon up between two fingers, glancing at it as though the blood irritated him. His hand suddenly closed into a fist around the weapon, and he straightened, staring down at Caeson as he struggled to catch his breath. Suddenly, he reared his leg back and struck Caeson with it. Or at least he attempted to—it was as though Caeson predicted his actions because he rose to his knees and grabbed King Auric’s leg before it reached him.

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.

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.

His crown was taken off his head and placed on a drawer beside the bed. He was a complete mess; he reeked of wine, and his robust face was as red as a tomato. His breath was unsteady, his knuckles white as his hand balled into a fist, clenching the bedsheets. "I only had two cups of wine; I must have been poisoned! Jarob said under gritted teeth, and Kora hissed, shaking her head from side to side in disgust. She paced around the chamber for a while before the grandmaester rushed in to service the king. Kora stood aside watching his every move, her haughty eyes fixed on Jarob, a man who was only her husband by title.

He has served as a shield and protector for me. Suddenly, a glass full of water was placed in front of me. I smiled and stretched my hand to hold the glass, only to discover that the contents were blood. As my hand approached, a dominant force in the shape of wind pushed the lady holding the glass of blood, and it erupted BOOM, covering the King and his elders in blood.