Kingsman Blue Blood Novels & Stories

The inside is stained with blue blood, like someone splashed paint everywhere. Liam whistles. “Brother always did make an entrance.” The limo door creaks open. Kieran stumbles out, his white shirt is drenched with blood and dirt from the battle. “We need to go. Now.” Jace's laugh cuts through the air, rough and cold. “You're bleeding blue now, Alpha?” “Not mine.” Kieran wipes his mouth, leaving a streak of blood across his cheek. “Father's new pets are hunting.”

The seven elders sat in a box of black stone above everyone else. The white haired woman stood when she saw us. She did not waste words. “Bring the King.” A gate on the far side opened and he walked out alone. Kaine. I knew it was him before anyone said the name, he was popular. His eyes had no warmth, or mercy. He wore only black pants. No shirt, no shoes and every muscle moved as if it was built for killing. The white haired woman spoke loud so everyone heard. “Kaine of the First Blood. Undefeated. Bonded to twelve Omegas before this day. All dead by his hand when they refused him.”

But the man pushed me away after his whole body froze. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and dread. Before I could do anything, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. Jasper, finally recovering from his shock, stepped forward with anger and disbelief. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. “I am the Lycan King,” the blue-eyed man said, his voice dripping with authority and menace. “And you will show respect.”

His sword descended upon Blue King with equal ferocity and killing intent. *Boom* Orange Monk’s sword struck the ground powerfully, as Blue King retreated with a slightly dumbfounded expression. It was now that he realised that if he treated Orange Monk like a Thrasher, he would die! “Blue King is injured!” Peter shouted in a voice filled with surprise. The formerly cheering crowd were silenced by the announcement as no one expected this. And indeed, the Blue King was injured. His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder.

“With all due respect. I don’t think anyone should be leaving the receiving room. The following wolf bloods are hereby summoned to attend the tribunal, as well: Cillain O’’Ryan, alpha heir to the Blue Blood Pack. Reagan O’Ryan, member of the Blue Blood Pack. Gunner Johnson, member of the Blue Blood Pack. Kensington Lee Crown, member of the Blue Blood Pack. Andrei Romanov, alpha heir to the Korol Volkov Pack. Misha Romanov, Korol Volkov Pack. Nikolai Romanov, Korol Volkov Pack. Kayleigh Quinn Donnelly, daughter of the Alpha King, Fola Rioga Pack.

"Every drop of blood. Every moment of love. Every sacrifice. We would burn ourselves out to stop you." The king was silent. The ice cracked further. Then do it, he said. Show me what Marcus's hybrid can do. I raised the Kingslayer. The bond screamed. And we drove our blades into his heart. The light exploded. Gold, silver, blue—the colors of the bond, the colors of the first wolf, the colors of the bloodline. They poured into the king's body, burning away the ice, the shadow, the centuries of hunger. The king screamed—a sound that shook the cave, that shattered the carvings on the walls, that made my ears bleed.

He's the complete package, and I'm just the bloody human that's caught up in the middle of their romance. “Okay?” Blue sounded absolutely interested. “Why do I sense a but coming?” “Because there is one.” “And what's it?” “He's fully against your husband, that little boy.” He said, and I opened my eyes. “Why?” “He was a close friend of Billy Campbell, and until your boy can evidently clear his name, he wants him out, if not dead.” Luca said. “And this is seriously the only way he'd get to invest in this.” “Now, you know I can't do that.” Blue hissed.

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

Ashlyn was the one who answered her father who looked wondering but Vladimir confirmed it with a nod before adding something. “They were just ten wolves but they have two vampires which I don’t like what they were planning.” Vladimir added as his eyes were turning pale blue. “And you do?” Ashlyn snapped and looked at her mate - but she did a wrong move. Seeing the pale blue eyes of Vladimir, it almost looked white to blue. She wanted to ask about it but when she recalled the distance and her dream, she did not ask anymore. She could easily understand it. The danger was just heading to their pack - that’s all.