King Blood Book Novels & Stories

The air between us grew thick with tension, as both Lucas and Emilio processed the gravity of my words. Emilio blinked, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What do you mean, Elyrian Blood? What is that exactly? Why does it matter?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It’s a bloodline that vampires have been searching for for centuries. This book," I gestured to the ancient journal that had brought me to this point, "it talks about it. Elyrian Blood is rare, almost mythical. And according to this vampire’s journal, it’s the key to their freedom over humanity. They believe if they can find people with this blood, they can live forever."

With a sad smile, he answered. “I see. Then we have the same thought.” Roxanne smiled back, making Vladimir hand her the book he took from the shelves. "I understand; that is why you have the right to own that book. That book was written by my sister on the Deathly Blood she discovered and mastered before she died." He presented my wife with the family book that would be useful in dealing with my wife's awakened, untamed, but dangerous power. “Do you have the book about Bloody Saint?” Out of the blue, my wife wondered, almost catching Vladimir off guard.

Elira choked on a sob, trembling from the pains sharpening against her spine as the chief priestess pulled out the needle, trickling the blood on a gallipot, and thrusted the long steel again to immerse more blood. “No!” She cried, gritting her teeth in anguish, as beads of sweat and silver tears trailed down her face, curls of hair matted on her forehead. “We don't have such time to waste, we need to know if the king’s blood lives in the slave.” Advisor Maevin replied to the old woman, all the while King Kaelric sat quiet, brooding on how to rid himself of the mistake he had made. How could he have been so reckless as to succumb to the temptation of a slave? He wondered what she had offered

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

“The rest, I fake it.” I laughed. “That’s comforting.” The air got cooler as we moved toward the back. The books here looked older, the gold on their spines faded. “This section’s different,” he said, his voice dropping. “It’s about the Moon Goddess. The old stories. The real ones.” My eyes landed on one thick book. Sovereign Blood: The Unbroken Line. My hand pulled back before I even touched it. Lucian saw. “You know that word.” “Sovereign,” I whispered. The word felt too heavy for this quiet place. “It’s your rank.”

“Not until you give birth to my pups.” Crazy! He is a crazy freak. With shaking hands, I took the knife from him and cut myself. The moment my blood touched the book glowed. The king snatched the knife from my nerveless fingers, cut his own palm, then let his blood fall. I gasped in horror as my blood mingled with his, the crimson droplets swirling together, becoming one. The glow intensified to a blinding radiance, then vanished completely. “Contract completed,” the king said. “You will never be able to hurt me, darling.” He pulled me closer. “Neither will you be able to resist me, no matter how much you hate me. Your wolves were bound with mine. Killing me means killing yourself.”

As soon as a drop of his blood touched the box, it opened and the book was revealed. "What's that?" Tasha asked Damian. "Every semester, books are revealed to guide students on where all the supernatural studies will be taken from, it's like a guide for all the test and exams we would write concerning supernatural studies" Damian explained and all of them listened keenly. "Does Jordan do this every semester?" Ashley asked. "This is the first time a book is locked with the Oscars bloodline, the previous one was from the witches in the West Coast it was called the way of life and it was unlocked by one of their witches in this school" Damian explained and they all nodded their head in realizat

"Whatever you saw in that book, I cannot explain. Only powerful seers can open the living book—seers strong enough to kill with their visions alone, seers that can kill races with their minds." The hall went silent. Levi's eyes widened. "So you're saying…" Michael met his eyes. "Levi—Alpha Levi—you possess a special bloodline. The book recognized your blood. That's the only reason it opened." Levi dragged a shaky hand through his hair. "Okay, but why does that matter now? We came here to discuss Roosevelt." King Johnson nodded. "Yes, but your bloodline complicates things." "How?" Levi asked, bewildered. King Johnson didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Levi… how did your parents di

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”