Halls Of The Blood King Novels & Stories

At its tip, a gemstone the color of arterial blood. He stood at the center of the corridor, dead still. Dylan stopped. The girl whimpered against his chest. "Aurelian." Dylan's voice came out barely above a whisper. The blood left my hands. Aurelian Ashbourne. The Vampire King. The man who walked out of my house when I was six years old and left three bodies behind him. "It seems you're quite familiar with me." His voice was low and warped, wrapped in the same distortion as his face.

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

Only the color of the walls was changed and the statues were extra shiny along with the throne. "The king was a bastard through and through," Makaria said while turning towards the huge foyer of the hall and pointing at the man who entered the conference hall. I also turned to look at the man she was pointing at and the first thing I saw was the crown on his head, the same crown my father and brother had on their heads when they raised their swords as a king but what I witnessed next was yet another shocking event in my list. Too shocking to be processed in these constantly changing phases.

Before I can ask what he went , we are already halfway down the hallway Dizziness set in as he speeds, stopping only in front of the king. His robe is now gone . Only his dress shirt, satin pants and brown leather boots. I gasp as my eyes land on his face. It no longer has those burns scaling off. It now looks smooth. “Thanks to your blood,” he drawls as if reading my thoughts. I blink. What does he mean? The king of Ashvale drinks blood? “You drank my blood?” He brush past me , his gaze flicking to the man beside me who drops to a bow. “Get her ready for the show tonight,” he orders.

“I, Landon McBroom, Alpha of the United Kingdom and King of the werewolves, swear to live to protect you, Brooklyn McBroom — my mate, Luna, and Queen — until the day I die.” I hate those last words. I don’t want him to die. Ever. But before I can correct him, he nudges his head forward. Curious, I look behind me. Mike, who stands in the middle of the crowd, bends his knee. “Until the day I die.” Alan and James follow. “Until the day I die.” “Until the day I die,” Logan and Billie fall next, Maddie not far behind them. Soon, the sea of heads bends their knees, chorusing,

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

Argus’s heart stopped for a second. He guessed what could have happened. Both of them ran down the stairs towards the place where the shrieking was coming from. It was from the great hall. Karmen laid sprawled on the floor with a knife plunged into his chest. Blood was spilling from the wounds of his chest. Platters of food laid scattered everywhere. It seemed there had been a fight, a hustle maybe. Selene dropped down on the floor beside her father’s body and cried. A blood-chilling cry of a heartbroken daughter. He was her everything. She threw herself upon his chest and sobbed. His body was cold, lifeless and his eyes were full of horror. Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they di

He confirmed that it was indeed his royal room, and was about to take steps towards the huge windows of his room when he noticed a certain colour. The deep, crimson colour of blood. Swallowing hard, his strained sight followed the single drop of blood he was looking at. It led to an even bigger drop of blood. It was a significant amount, one that called for the need to recall what really happened when his wolf took over. As he tore his sight from the huge splatter of blood, King Darren looked towards the sky which was gradually turning to normal. It showed indications that the day was still early and that reminded him of the meeting he had.

I knew better than to utter a single wrong phrase that might provoke a monster who was already covered in blood. Slowly, reluctantly, I stepped out of the shadows to face the King. A cold shiver ran down my spine. He looked completely unhinged. His eyes were a blinding, demonic red; his lips smeared with dark crimson. His lethal fangs were fully bared, sharp and dripping with saliva and venom, while his extended claws twitched at his sides. He looked ready to tear the entire castle apart. I need to run. I spun on my heel, desperate to flee for my miserable life, but I didn’t even make it a single step.

It was the King's second-in-command. "All hail Alpha King Kael!" Everyone scrambled to their knees. Everyone except me. I lay in a pool of my own blood, but I forced myself to look up. A man strode into the hall. He was well over six feet tall, with black hair and eyes of gold. He radiated absolute power and authority. Alpha King Kael. His gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on me. When he saw the state I was in, his golden eyes instantly turned blood-red.