King Blood Book Novels & Stories

Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. At the end of the note ZV was scribbled in elegant hand writing. For my little blood bat. Putting the note down she was trying to figure out who ZV was. Her faced paled then grew hot in the cheeks. Nah it couldn’t be the King. He never shows favorites. Maybe I am mistaken. Putting the note down, she unfolded the paper to reveal a beautiful regal red gown. Not bright red but dark like blood. Running her hand down the material, her heart was hammering in her chest. A little black fan with soft feathers on top of it was on the side of the box.

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

Aiden paused before he continued. “I opened it and found out it was blank, I instantly tossed it aside in disappointment and the king smiled after he noticed what I did. He picked up the book and dropped a few drops of his blood on it, and the journal was instantly filled with words.” He explained. “So the king’s blood is the only key to reading that book?” I asked slowly. “Yes and, and people who share the same blood with him.” He said. “The Lycan blood.” Noel added as she grinned widely.

Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” Ringing the name of not just an ordinary book covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. Kyle smiles in a twisted way and once more, as he knew and live within that book, wherein it is the second book of the original world’s Shinzo Dimension. “Seeing your smile and that very grin, I guess I do not need to explain further what does this book holds, am I right, Kyle?”

Books about magic, energy manipulation, and bloodline secrets. I pulled out a thick, black book with silver decorations. The title read: 'THE VOLKOV LEGACY & THE STAR BLOOD PROPHECY'. My hands trembled as I opened it. I started reading. And what I found... made my blood run cold. It wasn't just about my parents. It wasn't just about defeating Malakor. The book explained that the Volkov family and my mother's family... we are descendants of ancient celestial beings who fell to earth thousands of years ago.

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

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.

"Back then, you promised to marry her, got her pregnant, and left her to die in childbirth. That’s why she’s like this!" Her fury spilled like venom, spittle flying into Adrian’s face. "And after that, you abandoned her! You took Serena and ran, driving my sister insane! You’ll never repay what you owe!" Adrian looked at me, terror in his eyes. "Claire, don’t listen to them! They’re lying! I don’t know this woman. I don’t know any of them!" He clamped his hands over his ears. Robert Miller, Serena’s uncle, slammed him to the ground. "Didn’t you say when you made your fortune, you’d bring us all to the city, let us live in a mansion? Where’s the money? Hand it over!"

"A nice, sensible coupling. Missionary? Lights off? Did you give Kieran a peck on the cheek after?" "Listen here, you little menace," Alexei growls, leaning forward. "Just because we didn't destroy the structural integrity of the Keep doesn't mean we didn't burn it down. I wrecked him. Look at him. He’s glowing. That’s the glow of a man who was thoroughly claimed." I blush. I can feel the heat rising up my neck, settling in my cheeks. I am glowing. I can feel it. Eli waves a hand dismissively. "He's naturally pale and it’s a warm day. He always looks like that. It’s the aristocratic bloodlessness. Makes marks stand out more starkly as well."

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.