Maiden's Blood Novels & Stories

They clash against each other, visually and ideologically—a city that cannot decide whether to grieve or to gloat. I slow my horse as we approach, feeling the unsealed letter from my father press like a second breastbone beneath my armor. The guards snap to attention, or what passes for it after twenty years of attrition. The captain, a thin woman with a scar running from brow to lip, gives the formal salute—fist to chest, then a slight bow of the head. Her eyes never quite meet mine. Instead, she looks just above my shoulder, as if expecting an arrow at any moment.

Her presence was surprisingly comforting. After a few minutes of silence, a knock at the door broke the calm. I grumbled in annoyance, motioning for Emmeline to open the door. A maid entered with my dinner, bowing before me. "Greetings, my Lord." I waved in response, and she set my food on the table. As she worked, I caught the scent of a blood witch. How could a blood witch be a maid? They were the most powerful witches, known for their longevity and bourgeois lifestyle. They possessed the ability to see visions and the past, helping them navigate the world.

Tradiskano whined. “If not for romance, then what is red for? Even a Febrez like me has no idea.” “Blood.” “Blood? Whose blood?” “The book says, ‘On the day of the glorious red wedding, the forsaken maiden sheds her blood to cover her white dress.” The two men of Febrez opened their lips in awe and tossed for their wine. - “Good for you, retard.” The attic in the palace of Morelli was cold and dark. Cassey who just woke up wiped the blood coming from her nose.

Maddie replied nonchalantly, biting her lips to show the deep pain she is in. When they got to the door, Julia held her with one hand and used the other hand to press the doorbell. The maid slides the door open for them after few minutes, she was gobsmacked upon seeing the blood dripping from Maddie's wound. How did such a thing happen to Maddie? Well, she deserves it! Shocked by the huge amount of blood trailing behind them, the maid was scared, trying to prevent herself from raising an alarm, she put a hand over her lips.

“Before or after you take her blood?” “I’m going to explain everything. When she’s ready.” “Will you really?” Maeve set down the bowl. “Or will you do exactly what her father feared? Use her and toss her aside?” Her words were cut because they were too accurate. “I’m not heartless.” “No. You’re desperate.” She nodded toward the fire. “The Blood Moon rises in fourteen days. That’s not enough time to build real trust.” “Then what do you expect?” “I expect you not to force fate.” Maeve poured the herbs into a pouch. “Her blood must be given freely. If you take it, we’re finished.”

She approached the bed feeling tired all at once that she fell on it and was instantly asleep. -------- At the other side of the castle. All seven maiden were watching Luna open the door with an incantation. "That's our proof. Without a doubt out assumptions were true. Luna has witch blood coursing through her veins."

"The blood master was dying and didn't want to leave his people without any protection. So he blessed his most devout follower with his powers, and only those within his bloodline could awaken it. Maybe it was because he was weak and his reasoning wasn't clear, he couldn't make the powers awaken in a direct bloodline, but within a specific bloodline. So if someone has even a drop of his devout follower's Blood, that person has a chance to be the blood king." "How does the blood empress come in?" Calhoun asked. His father released a heavy sigh. "That is the worst part of the story because she was the bride of one of our past kings."

the Queen answered simply. “But my house is small,” Miriam said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. The Queen smiled, her face softening. “I wasn’t born into wealth. We’ll manage. Please… I need this.” Another glance passed between Miriam and Cressida, both wide-eyed. Miriam looked back at the Queen, and in her smile, she saw something unspoken but sincere. She nodded, slowly at first, then with conviction. This time, when the Queen embraced her, Miriam welcomed the warmth, surprised by how natural it felt. Despite the shared tragedy, there was something comforting about this strange alliance—two grieving mothers bound by loss, now clinging to each other for strength.

Master Adonis’s Maid Chapter 29 She froze reading the report Damon bought for her. She just couldn't believe that she is going to be the mother of her Master Adonis's child. Droplets of sweat started to roll down her forehead. She sat down staring at the piece of paper in her hand with disbelief. The rain of fear drenched her completely, soaking her up to her bones. She was scared of new responsibilities, especially when she remembered what happened with the last maid of his.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.