Novel & Cerita Kingsman Blue Blood

She froze. The man standing over her was not a guard. He was not a noble. He was… everything. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in simple but exquisitely made black leather and dark linen that did nothing to hide the powerful coiled strength of his body. His hair was the color of midnight, and his eyes… his eyes were the grey of a gathering storm, swirling with an intensity that pinned her in place more effectively than any physical restraint. It was the Lycan King. Kaelen Varek. In the flesh. He was dusted with flour, a stark white powdering on his dark attire that should have looked ridiculous, but on him, it only seemed to accentuate his raw, primal magnetism. He was looking down

The blood was blue. “Why is the blood blue?” I asked in alarm, is she going to be okay? He shut his eyes briefly and took a deep breath “I am sorry Hank. We lost her.” “Huh…What do you mean?” “She is dead,” King said to me, his words were like an arrow pierced into my heart.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

The commander looked at Diana's appearance from head to toe. "I've seen that red hair before. But I've never seen anything like this before in any vampire clan other than His Majesty Kevin Robert de Raltz. Those blue eyes, only a few people have them," he thought. Diana didn't respond, she concentrated more on the straps of her hood which she was slowly spreading. When she removed the hood and just as the hood touched the floor, Diana had to block the vampires and give Ika a chance to escape.

He didn't get to complete the hated word when Blue zapped towards him and ripped his tongue out of his mouth, returning to my side with the organ as we watched him gurgle his blood, choking on it as he fell to the ground. “Disgusting.” Blue threw the tongue on the ground and turned to the others. “Who else wants to join him? This king is being generous tonight.” His eyes had changed to a coppery colour, something that was caused by the mention of the forbidden word. We hated being called bastards. “Generous? You are nothing but a bastard!” This time, I didn't let Blue do the job. I ran towards the man and snapped his head off his neck, tossing it to the ground. The others raced towards Blue,

"I look like I’ve been dipped in fountain pen ink!" "No, no!" I insisted, gesturing wildly to the stunned reporter. "Zis is... ze Royal Blue! In ancient texts, ze kings of old would turn zis color to show ze purity of zeir blood! It is a miracle!" "It’s a lawsuit!" Alaric screamed, his hands fly-swatting at his own face. "Evelyn! Do something! Get this... this blue off me!" Beatrice, recovering her professional instincts, signaled the cameraman. "Get the shot! 'The Prince of Blue Blood', this is going viral in five minutes!"

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

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.”