Maiden's Blood Novels & Stories

“Never taint the honor of the mansion. So if I scattered the blood outside, that won’t be problem, right?” When the beam disappeared in his lips as fast as blink, one of his dagger shot the maid forehead and it pierced through its skull. ‘Ack!’

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Her hand was still shaking. "I suspected correctly," she grinned even more. "Your life is protected but I managed to get in," she laughed softly as if she was happy that she was able to see what was in my life. "Young Lady, your true form won't come out because it's protected. I found a lock in your blood and it needs to be broken. Your true form is having a hard time coming out because of this and it needs to be unlocked because otherwise, you'll die easily," she came to me. "You have the kind of blood that is rare among us all," she whispered.

Madeline stepped closer while holding her pistol tight. "You better have one wish, Madrigal! You might not know, I might spare your life!" Madeline taunted while sneering. Benjamin could no longer raise both of his arms. They were dropped to his side like loose arms of a toy. His blood followed a trail as he continued moving backward. Madeline had gone insane while sneering with a sound as she walked forward stepping over Eve's body. "Tell me, Madrigal! What's your wish?" she repeated.

he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.

Into his trust. “Do we have an understanding, Lia?” he asked, emphasizing the false name. “Yes,” she forced out, the word tasting like surrender. “Start tomorrow. Be here at eight.” He turned his back, a dismissal. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her again. “And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.”

Eldric said, pointing at Revira. All eyes turned to Revira. The woman looked down and gasped. The silver-shining water of the Avariel River gently swirled around her feet, not rejecting her, but seemingly embracing her. "The Avariel River never lies," Eldric stated firmly. "It recognizes the pure lunar energy within that woman's body. That is why Ardan could be born as the Heir of the Moon Blood. He is not a bastard child. He is a child of destiny."

The baby clutched safely against her chest. The entire building was a complete mess now. Blood covered the floors. The walls. The stairs. Bodies laid everywhere. Men. Women. Warriors. Servants. They were all dead. The maid was terrified. Yet she kept running. Every time she heard enemies approaching, she would hide. Holding the baby tightly to her. Praying they wouldn't be discovered. Then she would continue moving again. The hallway suddenly opened into a larger corridor. The maid turned a corner. Then stopped at the sight of a young lady lying on the floor ahead. She was dressed in white. And it was covered with blood.