Halls Of The Blood King Novels & Stories

“That’s all. Just stay.” The chamber doors exploded inward. The Blood Moon King walked in. He was beautiful. That was the first thing Luna noticed. Tall. Broad shoulders. Black hair to his waist. A crown of actual bones. And eyes like spilled wine. Red. Ancient. Hungry. The air went cold when he entered. Frost spread across the stone floor from his boots. “Elena,” he said. Voice like velvet over steel. “You look… tired. Twenty years of hiding does that.”

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

Dad grumbled as he struggled to stand up. "Reason? I lost all my sense of reasoning when I lost my sister." Bastiana pointed at dad's chest and tried to forcefully rip out his heart. A pool of blood had begun to stain his brown shirt and there was a look of terror on his face as the beast from within tried to burst out. Hilda rushed towards Bastiana and threw her across the wall and instantly, the agonizing headache stopped. Mom rushed towards the witch and kicked her stomach hard that the walls broke free, revealing another room that looked like a bar, leaving the old witch howling and coughing on the floor.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

“It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.” Silence rippled across the chamber like a blade being unsheathed. Ivy leaned forward, her expression sharp now, playful no more. “Caspian’s child.” I tilted my head, lips curving into a predator’s smile. “So the old king’s sins didn’t die with him after all.” Valentina’s eyes burned with cold fire. “Then the prophecy is real.” “And so is she,” I murmured. My gaze drifted, almost wistful.

Hallerusia, Royal Palace, North Plaza, King Chamber. “Arrgghhhh!!!….My hand!!!…..You..you…You Peasant!…..”. (King Robert) At this moment, the famous greedy and Crazy King of Hallerus Kingdom, were left limbless on his own bed. There was another person in the room, and that person is Alfred, who has come for his life, but rather than taking it immediately, Alfred didn’t. Instead he was playing his game, a death game that does not care for it’s participant well being.

Blood, blood everywhere. When he closed his eyes, a red haze spread beneath his eyelids, seeping into him, bringing poison. Blood. Wet and sticky. All over arms, clothes and armor. Mountains of corpses underfoot. And he, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, guilty of the death of each one. The Undead King! Since when had the ghosts of the past turned into nightmares chasing at his heels? Since when had he begun to care about the lives of those whose dead bodies he had stepped on to rise to greatness? To power and strength. To might, such as had never been seen on earth before.

He wants his blood, and he will rip apart anyone who dares to try and stop him. Faced with the strongest and last descendant of the Bain purebloods, the king didn't know where to stand. His eyes were consumed with fear, he even looked pale as he tried to turn and run, knowing its his only chance of survival now. But Angel was smarted and faster. Knowing his next move before even he did. He gripped the king by his shoulder, roughly swinging him around ready to punch a hole into his skull.

Spencer pushed Monica aside approaching his lord again pending on his knees. " I'm sorry my king for stopping you, I like your plan more, let's just barge in there. " Spencer cheered so everyone could join the king. Silver touches the door before letting out a small smile, unconsciously. " Strange, as if, I ran here with an injured person before, I don't recognize her face. " Silver kicked the door open as everyone behind him are gasping staring at the bloody hall. Silver steps on the blood walking forward. " Eww, what kind of king kills his people? "