King Of Battle And Blood Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Turning with my arms spread out beside me, I displayed the copious amounts of blood on me. "What do you think?" I teased back and took the first step on the stairs. "You can be lucky that the King has allowed you into battle." Sebastian warned with a frown upon his face. "The King knows that a war cannot be won without me. I am, after all, the chosen one." You could hear the arrogance in my voice. When I lost the ability to love, I lost my shyness with it. No need in tip toeing around certain subjects. Confidence was my greatest weapon when it came to all the politics and petty generals.

The more she considered on this, the more she could feel her own blood coursing through her veins, blood was her power and her blood was the source, she needed control over her blood if she wanted to control her power. After what seemed like forever, she had finally managed to stop her blood flow. Her heart no longer beat as the blood now moved to her will. She willed the blood to flow through her and it obeyed, she could feel her blood, coursing through her entire body. As she did this, a message appeared in the window in her mind; [ALERT: YOU HAVE LEARNED THE SKILL: BLOOD CONTROL! YOU HAVE GAINED POWER OVER YOUR LIFE MATTER! THE PARAMETERS OF [BLOOD REAPER] HAVE EVOLVED!]

A cold, ancient laugh that chilled every soul on the battlefield. "You finally understand." "I am not Varkor." "I never was." The shadow spread enormous wings of crimson fire. "I am the Blood Flame." "And I have devoured kings long before your kingdom was born." The Heart trembled. The Moon Crown blazed. The Blade of Kings and the Blade of Dawn shone brighter than the stars. The ancient voice echoed across the battlefield one final time. "The true enemy stands revealed." "The Final Battle... begins now.”

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the script inside was surprisingly legible. She flipped through it, her breath catching as she read the first few lines: "To those who follow, beware. The Blood King walks a path of shadows, tethered to the Crimson Fated by fate and fire. Their union will either save us or doom us all." Aria’s heart raced as she scanned further. The entries spoke of Lucian Draevan, the Blood King—a name she recognized from old hunter lore. He was a vampire lord from centuries past, known for his ruthlessness and enigmatic disappearance after a great war.

They had been a perpetual enemy for as long as she knew. "Sebastian, to your right!" She exclaimed. Another stake went through and the creature slowly disintegrated into dust. The fight was terrible and bloody and the bloodsuckers had the advantage. She noticed the carriage the emperor rode in was compromised, the soldiers were all dead and the last was about to get finished off. She sharply withdrew a sword from Sebastian's sheath and raced across the arena. Sebastian was alarmed and furious. "Aurora!" He chased after her, killing bloodsuckers along the way.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

The blood wards around the throne room flickered one breath from collapse. Azaro simply stepped back into the shadows and vanished. .... Kael fought like a man possessed. His blade tore through the ocean beasts with unnatural speed, moonlight pulsing along the steel. But every swing of his weapon came with a price. The runes across his skin burned brighter cracking, bleeding light. He was faster, stronger, but wrong. “Kael, wait” General Thorne shouted as Kael lunged into the fray. But Kael didn’t hear him. He saw an enemy behind him, a flash of silver a traitor’s glint and he struck without hesitation.

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

“It says the covenant renewal spell needs the king’s blood directly from his heart, but the covenant-breaking spell needs both the blood of the king from his heart and… and the dark bender's blood, also from his heart.” “That's crazy, that is totally insane. We are both going to die!” Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as they ran. Further south a blaring yell of a battle horn sounded. The three turned their attention towards the sound and saw the army of undead knights trampling over the miniature hill, from afar they looked like dolls, but their tor