Game Of Kings Blood Throne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He took my hand. "We have a fleet," he whispered. "We have a fleet," I agreed. We had done the impossible. We had beaten the Western elites at their own game. But as the medics rushed onto the field, I looked up at the Royal Box. Solas was clapping, yes. But Kaelen wasn't. Kaelen was staring at Ashren with a look of calculating, cold assessment. He had expected us to survive. He hadn't expected us to dominate. And in the game of thrones, a pawn that becomes a queen is the most dangerous piece on the board.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

❤️ What Were You Saying? ❤️ The Giant Kingdom: The Throne Room: Draevon stepped out of the portal as it closed behind him and he stood still for a moment and let his eyes adjust. He had been in a lot of throne rooms in his life. A lot. His own back in Khyrador was large and he had always thought it was pretty impressive. The vampire king’s place was also big. Even Malgron’s palace had this heavy, crushing kind of grandness to it, made to press down on you until you felt small and stupid just for breathing.

Like it knew the throne. Like it knew the blood price coming.

“He gave his consent to this marriage. As the next king in line, he is supposed to be at his father's side no matter what.” “Oh I see...” It was matters of the throne. The game of thrones were bloody scenes in the royal family. Every one fights for the crown including the women. But only one person gets to wear it. Parents kill their children and siblings kill each other to get there. What a waste of blood. "Thank you, Alissa." I sank back to my seat as she went back to her space. Few minutes later, the Empress came back and Prince Alaric was with her. He looked sad and avoided me the whole time. This was unbearable for me. I went to meet him, where he stood alone.

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

“For survival.” Matteo watched her as Lorenzo Moretti's final crest flared onto the board, blood-red and pulsing. “You’ve just declared the last war this world will ever see,” he said quietly. Bianca turned her gaze to him, expression unreadable. “Then let it be worthy of ending everything.” Thunder cracked outside, shaking the ruined glass. Beneath the estate, the sea raged like something alive. The Blood Kingdom had been called to arms. Morning came without light. The sky was a sheet of iron, and the air hung heavy with salt and smoke.

She knew that Mac trusted her, but she didn't want to give him any reason to suspect her. They counted up to twenty thousand coins; that was more than Mac had ever made. He started bawling with excitement, his hope already in full bloom. The Blood Kingdom... Deep within the dark forest of the Blood Kingdom, there stood a grand palace. It was surrounded by a toxic river that emitted poisonous gases and could only be crossed by a special boat owned by the Blood king. A thick fog surrounded both the river and the castle, and whoever was crossing would have to be very careful to prevent falling to his or her death.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

War! Kingly Blood Energy was an energy of war. With Kingly Blood Energy a vampire could strengthen him or herself to a certain degree depending on the degree of nobility of that Vampire's blood. Although it had just that one use, many noble Vampires craved for Kingly Blood Energy. Yet it wasn't easy to attain.