Halls Of The Blood King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The grand hall of the castle was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting intricate shadows on the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and flickering candles, creating an atmosphere of enchantment and elegance. The entire vampire kingdom was adorned with lavish decorations and intricate designs, signaling the grandeur of the occasion. Star and Julius, along with Chloe, had spared no expense in organizing the celebration to honor Christian and Mary's ascension to the throne.

I replied with frustration. "But baby, don't you want another bite? " she asked innocently extending her neck out which already had two fang marks from our activities earlier. Being the king of all vampires was amazing, the power and fear that came with that position, was like an adrenaline rush that lasted a lifetime. Another very delightful perk of being king was... Mistresses, which I possessed many of, just like the blonde next to me at that very instance. I looked over the blond once again but felt absolutely nothing, no hunger, no arousal. Annoyance and frustration were all I felt towards her.

Finally the king stopped in front of a huge building. "Where is this?" Theodore asked. "It's a sacred ground that only those with royal blood can enter." the king replied as he placed a hand on the huge doors of the building. The doors swung open and the king strode inside and Theodore followed him. Theodore looked around, the room was empty. There was no furniture in the large room or any form of decoration except for a small pool in the center of the room. "What kind of place is this father?" Theodore asked. "In addition to our numerous powers. Demons with royal blood can awaken the dead and summon their spirits for a short period of time."

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the script inside was surprisingly legible. She flipped through it, her breath catching as she read the first few lines: "To those who follow, beware. The Blood King walks a path of shadows, tethered to the Crimson Fated by fate and fire. Their union will either save us or doom us all." Aria’s heart raced as she scanned further. The entries spoke of Lucian Draevan, the Blood King—a name she recognized from old hunter lore. He was a vampire lord from centuries past, known for his ruthlessness and enigmatic disappearance after a great war.

She raised her hand, before the blast could hit me, the iron door exploded off its hinges. The desk I had braced against it flew across the room like splintered kindling and a figure stood in the doorway covered in blood. Crown missing. Sword dripping with black ichor. Zayn. He looked less like a king and more like something dragged straight out of hell. “Get your filthy hands off what belongs to me!” The room seemed to shrink around his presence. “The King of Dogs has arrived,” the witch sneered. “I don’t care about your Void or your Keys,” Zayn growled as he stepped inside. He didn’t look at me.

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

Hamstung Imperial Palace. Blood streaked the floor and smeared across the walls; it was like an abattoir, only that it was humans that were slaughtered. Painfully among those humans laid Friya's husband, King Orain of Hamstung. Every instinct screamed to flee, but Friya's feet would not obey. All she could do was stand there, swallowed by the weight of what she had seen, the horror settling deep into her bones. Friya froze at the threshold. Her stomach churned, her hands trembled, and the cold numbness that crept through her limbs made it feel as if the world had stopped moving.

Aurora shut her eyes, memories of her mother rushing through. That night, ten years ago. Her mother, after dinner, had suddenly stuck the bread knife in her throat and choked to death in her own blood. It was a disgrace, a bad omen for the queen of a Kingdom, or anyone at all to take their own life. Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers.

We nodded back at them as we started to wall through the door. One of them reached to stop Christopher and I caught his hands before he could touch him. "let's not do that now. He's mine," I instructed, and they both nodded, letting him pass. We walked down the flight of stairs that led to an underground private blood club. We got to another door. It was more grand than the other one. It was an 1880s castle door. Andre punched in the codes and reached to open the door. "Are you ready, sunshine?" I turned to Christopher and cupped his face asking.

The double doors violently flew off their hinges under the kinetic pressure of my aura, hitting the polished marble floor of the sacred hall with a lightning-like crash that echoed through the cavernous granite vaults. I stepped fully into the room where my life had been brutally broken five long years ago. At the apex of the raised obsidian dais sat King Richard. He didn't look like a king anymore. The dark magic he had used was actively rotting his physical body from the inside out; his skin was a translucent, ash-gray mask with glowing veins pulsing erratically beneath his cheeks. His breathing was a wet, rattling wheeze that echoed off the granite columns. But as my eyes locked onto his