King Of Battle And Blood Series Novels & Stories

He was out for ten minutes, but that short time felt like an eternity. “What did he want?” “Battle season stuff. I have to go train.” “Oh,” I breathed a sigh of relief. He took my hands and made me stand between his legs. He could sense my anxiety just like how I could feel his irritation. “I wanted to stay in with you all day, but I have to do this.” “Can you tell me about the battle season? I don’t really know the specifics.” “Uh, yeah. Every Alpha has to battle each other to get the title of Alpha King. Being king isn’t hereditary. With every win, a portion of that alpha’s strength gets added to you.”

With all the looming danger and ever growing threats to my kingdom, the bigger and stronger my men, the better. Kene, my war strategist and head trainer, a tall muscular man with deep brown eyes, and his black dreaded hair packed in a bun, waved before heading towards me. He was highly feared, even by my men. Kene was the result of an affair between a Lycan and a witch, a relationship that was an abomination in the twelve kingdoms. But he was my friend and against all advice, I made him head trainer and war strategist. A decision that Kene has proven to everyone to be the right one.

Doesn’t bleed. Another bounds toward him. He shifts back just enough to draw the blade from his waist, plunges it deep through the creature’s side. It folds, body caving inward like deflated skin. Still, no blood. Bernardo curses somewhere behind him. “What the fuck are they?!” Another warrior screams. The sound ends too fast. Theon grabs the nearest enemy by the throat, lifts it off the ground. Its legs kick once, then still. Its eyes blink—once. Then again. But not in fear. Not in pain.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

When she retraced the hand owner, she saw her King enveloped in his reddish golden armor—her King with his most handsome smile. The smile he wore when the two of them first met and battled together in a war. Their eyes meet, and her resolve buckles in as her body trembles in weakness. Birthing a unique creature took a toll on her, and in addition to burning her bloodline, her life is almost at its end. Good thing her King is there to support her as he also burns his bloodline. However, his burning of the bloodline is not as grave as what Lilith did. It’s not because he doesn’t love his son. It is because his position constricted him on what to sacrifice.

He sinks his claws into Cain’s chest. The rogue king jerks violently, eyes wide, a gurgled breath escaping his lips. Aries doesn’t let go. He rips through flesh and bone, twisting, tearing, until he feels the final snap of Cain’s body breaking apart beneath his grasp. The smirk is gone. The red eyes dull. Cain falls. And with him, the battle ends. Silence stretches across the battlefield. No more roars. No more screams. Only the distant howling wind and the scent of blood thick in the air.

Blood flowed from his wounds, and he appeared very weak. Lukas witnessed this battle with a heavy heart. On one hand, he felt sorry for Heimzel, but on the other hand, he couldn't blame Andrei entirely, as it was Heimzel who had initiated the fight. Finally, Lukas announced loudly, "Andrei is the winner of this battle!" Cheers echoed among the clan members present. They applauded their alpha who had won this fight. However, Andrei didn't take pride in his victory. To him, this battle was not a sign of triumph but an act necessary to assert his strength as a leader. He approached the fallen Heimzel, feeling saddened by the condition of his old beta, who was severely injured.

People could use different intent at very low levels, but to truly bring this intent to the maximum, they had to understand and experience. Killing intent needed the user to be used to killing. Sword intent needed the user to reach an mastery of sword art. As for King's intent, the user must have the experience of standing above the mass. For Sol, even though he was the crown prince, he didn't have the demeanor of a king. This is where his dragon blood intervened. Dragon fear was a kind of intent every dragon possessed. Though Sol as a hybrid couldn't use the power of Dragon fear easily, by fusing those two intents he reached a surprisingly good result. A mutation of sorts.

Fear coiled in the soldiers' hearts, but they stood their ground, their resolve unshaken. Alpha Caleb's voice boomed through the mist, commanding his troops with unwavering authority. "Hold the line! Protect our kingdom at all costs!" The clash of steel and bone reverberated through the air as the battle commenced. Alpha Caleb led the charge, his mighty roar echoing across the battlefield. His strength and agility were unmatched, his claws tearing through the enemy ranks with ferocity. Lady Victoria fought alongside him, her sword dancing in the darkness, cutting through the undead with precision. Her eyes blazed with determination as she sliced through the skeletal warriors, her movements a

Most of them knew that they were getting into war against their own families who had fled from the kingdom, others their friends, or just random strangers, but they had souls and hearts too, they didn’t want be killers of their own kind, I knew that for fact. “We were not aware of the deeds of King Alexander, we have been told that the people in the werewolf kingdom were being killed, having the kingdom locked on them, we were told that they were enslaved to serve you King Nathan and Queen Kiara, we were not aware of the deeds being done against you” One of the soldiers said looking down at his feet, he was the general of his group, his outfit different from the other soldiers “we will not b