King Of Battle And Blood Series Novels & Stories

Even the shadows hesitated now, torn between fear of the Abyss and loyalty to their King. The King turned toward them sharply. “FIGHT.” The shadows obeyed instantly. Darkness collided with void. Silver arrows flew through the air. The battlefield became war all over again. But this time, the enemy wasn’t the King. The enemy was extinction itself. Kael suddenly staggered beside Lira. The silver light flickered. Lira grabbed him quickly. His face had gone pale again. Too pale. The wounds in his chest and side still bled heavily. The bond may have changed, but his body was still breaking.

Beta Kappa saw the quick move of the Vampire king and he angrily charges at him, both starting up brutal and violent combat as they pour out their rage and anger at each other. The war was belligerent, it was intensely confrontational and hostile as both kingdoms clashed, battling in animosity. Queen Isle was badly wounded, her arm was profusely bleeding as she spread flatly close to Queen Meridian who was now dead —a tear escape her eyes, streaming slowly on her face as her eyelids became heavy for her to keep up. She painfully groaned, and she grunted bitterly, it felt as if the world was coming to an end as her blue ocean eyes slowly close into darkness.

his brother nodded going off to the side he heard consus say “kill that asshole who has put doubt in our hearts my brother will take up the fight and if he is a spy i want no word to reach the supposed overlord....” “my king is this wise while you are still in transition?” asked barry “if it was any other half breed i would agree but my little tank is a warrior she will give me strength when others would weaken me” he said

he looked between both of them, then finally settled on Calhoun. "Just who the hell are you?" As Elena was about to reply, Calhoun squeezed her tightly, signaling that he would love to do the introduction by himself. "I am Calhoun. Husband of my queen Elena, and the current king of the Blood kingdom. it's nice to meet you." "B-Blood kingdom?" Wazir sputtered, fear now coming into his eyes. Even Svetlana and Darukï were no longer at ease, their body slowly preparing to defend against any foul play.

The light radiating from him stirred the sea of blood, droplets rose and swirled around Evelyn’s feet as though bowing to a god. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I…” —the voice rumbled like thunder beneath the earth— “…am the first Blood King.” Evelyn froze, her heart pounding. “Impossible. The Blood King is Lucien—” “Lucien is merely my heir,” he said. “But you…” he raised a massive hand, his palm hovering in the air— “…you are what the world lost.” --- A cold wind blew across the sea, stirring the surface. For an instant, Evelyn saw flashes—humans and vampires locked in endless battle, dying together in blood-soaked chaos.

A tempest of lances rasps and keens through the basalt-black sky whilst we saunter towards the main battlefield— where King Sin and King Rome are battling to their deaths. Bones and blood squash beneath my feet, and I fight the urge to throw up. I have to stay strong. I have to put on a brave facade for my sanity and also to assure the people of Alkhemi that I am capable of ending this war. I started this war after all, I should be capable of ending it. And I will end it. Now. I will choose my King, and end this fatal love triangle once and for all— easier said than done. When the sounds of swords clinking and clashing under the churning sky reaches our ears, we know we're close to the battl

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.

I want to answer the questions that have been floating in my mind for a while. After calming myself, I looked into his eyes. It was only a matter of time before I closed my eyes that the scenario appeared in my mind. A battle scene on the side of two men, both wearing crowns that I think are both Kings. They are in a dark forest and surrounded by towering trees. They are both great. The exchange of their swords was constant. He seemed to be very good at fighting. No one wants to lose but the other King gets a chance to hold the opponent’s arm backwards and push it causing another King to fall to the ground. He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face.

The Lycan Kingdom had once been the pinnacle of peace and prosperity. Under the wise and generous rule of King Artemis and his beloved Queen, Luna Genea, the kingdom thrived. The Red Lycan bloodline was revered as a symbol of strength and nobility, its rulers known for their compassion and loyalty to their people. With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations.

He was running out of strength. I continued toward him. He saw me once. Only briefly as his eyes met mine across the battlefield. Recognition flashed across his face, then vanished as the Blood Mother attacked again. She crashed into him with terrifying force. He hit the ground hard enough to leave fractures spiderwebbing through the stone beneath him. His claws came up instinctively. Too slow. She seized both wrists and drove them against the ground. Stone shattered again. The King grimaced, every muscle straining as he fought to keep her claws away from his throat.