Kingsman Blue Blood Novels & Stories

Memory. A crowned man formed from thousands of blue lights. His face remained hidden behind a silver mask. Every ghost dropped to one knee. Astraya bowed her head. The false king turned. For the first time, fear entered its face. The masked king pointed toward Raiken. BLUE BLOOD. Then toward the false king. STOLEN BLOOD. The door shook. The silver crown flew from the false king’s hands and landed at my feet. The royal mark spread across my palm.

I force myself to scan the faces around the table, memorising the monsters I am trapped with. There is Gage, the Red King. He sits perfectly still, his eyes tracking every twitch of my fingers. You cannot lie to him. He spots a fabrication from a mile away. I tried it once, and he nearly tore my throat out for the insult. Beside him is Kaycen, the Black King. He is a weapon in a tailored suit. His line is famous for combat, moving so fast they react to a challenger's strike before the blow is even thrown. Then there is Isac, the Blue King. He is lounging back, a sickening smirk playing on his lips. The rumours say his kind can hold their breath underwater for hours, but right now, he just lo

Adrian Blue looked at me in awe. Me: what are these guys? Seriously Belinda: I trust my Cadio Blue : your Cadio? Belinda shrugged Me: your Cadio and Clint are some bad ass assassins Blue : we're not even sure they're responsible Belinda : true, we'll just wait for them then. Belinda stood up and left. Blue hugged my arm Me: I feel the war will soon come to an end baby I kissed her forehead and rubbed her cheek

He bows, “I'll be outside, My Queen.” “Can I get you anything?” Fiona asks just as I make myself comfortable on her couch. I shake my head and gesture with a hand towards the chair opposite of me. She sits. “How did you know I'm a blueblood?” She doesn't seem perturbed by the question, rather intrigued. “When I collected a blood sample the last time you went under heat. I ran a few tests, checked the archive, and a few weeks later..it's only a mixed werewolf that can be a blueblood. It happens once in the last fifty years.”

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

“Asking for a price does not sound right. And even if there should be a price to pay for your blood, it cannot be this. You’re asking a little too much, don’t you think?” The Lycan King’s green eyes move to the ceiling, before they settle on the man standing beside me. A mild look of confusion blooms across his face, and I can see the wheels turning inside of his head as he tries to recognize the strange man with dark, brown hair and blue eyes.

Her hair was cut neatly into a low fade and she chose a knee-length skirt over her counterpart’s trousers, exposing her dark toned beautiful legs and an angel tattoo on her calf. Although the three had completely different statures, they shared one eerie similarity – their eyes. For they all had blood red eyes! The small man stood in between the other two. And the way they positioned themselves next to him showed that he had a greater status than them. “Ah, if it isn’t the young cub of the Kingsman family,” the small man tapped his cane to the ground and spoke in a voice that would have caught any listener off guard. For he spoke in a soft effeminate tone that was so pleasant that he could p