King Of Battle And Blood Series Novels & Stories

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

By that time, the other team might get alerted. This is getting harder with each new angle. No matter from which angle she saw, she had to face a very powerful supernatural, a powerful mage or witch, an army of vampires and werewolves. Well, at least there are no supernaturals from 'Other' kingdom thrown into this mix. There is that. Willow decided she must arm herself first to tackle anything. One step at a time. If she started thinking about the upcoming battle at her hands, she might go mad slowly.

The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length. "Wow! Beautiful!" The boy exclaimed. Dua chuckled, "I know, right?" "What's the Vampire King's curse about?" He asked next, putting Dua in a mini pause for a few seconds. "That..." she paused, fumbling for an answer. "I haven't thought about that yet. I'll come up with something later," she smiled. The boy furrowed his brows in confusion. "What's his name then?" He asked another question. Dua lifted her chin, thinking of an answer. "Probably Alexander," she answered.

The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

The Blue Storm Lycan Kingdom surged forward—fangs bared, claws gleaming, rage boiling over centuries of betrayal. Kael stood at the heart of the chaos, cloaked in dark power, his corrupted pack shielding him like rabid dogs. He grinned when he saw me rise. “Still breathing, brother?” “I won’t stop until your heart’s in my hand.” He laughed. “You’ll have to find it first.” Then the world exploded. --- The battlefield was a storm of blades and teeth. Lycan against Lycan. Magic against will. Old alliances shattered under the pressure of truth.

Due to the iron sword sticking on its forehead, the hilt of the sword, under the impact of such force, pierced through the Wild Boar King's skull completely. As falling rocks descended once more, this once proud Newbie Village boss met its miserable end among the rocks. After the Wild Boar King's death, a strand of blue light, several times richer than bamboo leaves, flowed into Sebastian's body. 【! Cultivation +70! Breakthrough! Qi Refinement Initial Stage!】

She instantly blocks with a magical barrier; she’s strong, but so am I. ----- KAIZORAN. The air crackles with tension as the final battle rages on, the clash of steel and the cries of fallen wolves and dragons echoing across the vast battlefield. All fight with courage. On the battlefield is where we belong. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air, a testament to the sacrifices made for Agnarr, our queen, and the future of our people. There is no greater honour than this. To die a hero on the blood-strewn fields of a battlefield.

she asked, her voice a whisper. “Tillium is the only known source that is able to fatally wound those of royal descent,” he explained. “Grandmother Sheloah is a descendant of Shirin royalty.” “Your father told me that schorl could wound me and that’s why they had me bound in schorl.” Darius let out a little chuckle. “Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.”

Aric and his knights fought with all their might, their swords flashing in the sunlight. They knew that they were fighting not just for themselves, but for the safety and security of their kingdom. The battle raged on for hours, with neither side gaining a significant advantage. Aric could feel the exhaustion starting to set in, but he refused to give up. He drew upon the power of the Sapphire Crown, letting its energy flow through him. With renewed strength and vigor, Aric charged forward, his sword finding its mark. The enemy soldiers faltered, their morale broken.