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Darius moved instantly, steadying me before I could stumble. The bond flooded immediately with concern so intense it nearly hurt. I grabbed his arm automatically. Needing something solid. Something real. The King watched the interaction silently. Then his expression hardened. “The Blood Crescent is hunting her because they know what she is.” My stomach dropped violently. No. No no no. “What are you talking about?” The King looked directly into my eyes. And answered with terrifying calm. “You carry royal blood.” Silence. Complete silence. Then, i laughed , actually laughed.

Silver-and-gold light flowed from its edge and wrapped gently around his weapon. The crimson cracks spreading across his armor began to fade. He staggered backward. "No..." His voice trembled. "I remember..." Images flashed through the hall. A young prince laughing with his little sister. A king placing a crown upon his queen's head. A father holding his newborn son. The Blood Flame roared. "Stop remembering!" Dark chains burst from the floor and wrapped around the king once more. His crimson eyes returned. He screamed in agony. Kael pushed his opponent back with a powerful strike.

He said. "Explain." Zachariah said. "My Kings, Queen is your mate and a human. To know more about human marking I need blood." Albert said. "Whose blood?" Vladimir asked. If he needs blood then he will give him blood. If Albert needs his blood then he will give him his blood and the same is in the case of Zachariah too. If Albert needs someone's else blood than they will give that person's blood too. Albert looked around nervously and said "My Kings I need your bloo-"

Seras cracks her knuckles, fire lighting the stone walls gold. Seras: “Then let’s go carve them out of her heart.” Kayo’s tails fan wide, golden in the moonlight. Kayo: “Home first. She’ll come to us now. The valley is the final battlefield.” Rowan nods once. Rowan: “Shambhala is ready when you are.” We step back into the portal. Forty-three pieces. Four to go. The Strigoi King’s blood runs in my veins now. And the Forty-Eighth is about to learn what happens when a Moroi Queen comes home with an army, a dead king’s blessing, and absolutely nothing left to lose.

It smells like a mixture of gasoline and poison. Maybe I'm just imagining it. There is no way I was the only one who could smell it when I was a human with weaker senses. “Your time has come to an end, demon. It is time you go back to hell where you belong.” King Dorian declared when he shifted back to his half-form, pressing his sword against his throat. Crawford was on his knees, defeated and looking pathetic while choking on his own blood. Despite this, he still had a smile on his face.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

She wiped his sweat slowly with her sleeve. King Alano fell silent. Alexa's touch managed to make him unable to move. His gaze could not take away from the figure of the woman in his lap. "Is my blood so delicious that it makes the king want it again?" she asked. "Emm, it's so delicious that it torments me," replied King Alano. Alexa took her hand away from the king's forehead. "If I give my blood, can it make the king not tormented anymore?" King Alano frowned. "Don't joke, Alexa. You can die. The last time I sucked your blood, you fainted, and your face was very pale. Are you really a lycan?"

The king : brat you know nothing you just a weak ,why you act like you are intelligent. AHMET: the alliance gonna protect your kingdom ,lonely you can't survive the upcoming war. The king : you are lonely here under my mercy show me how you gonna protect yourself first. The king gives the order to the knights to attack while AHMET pointed with his head to ANGY, she moved like the wind and killed 10 of them in a moment the king was surprised. The king :You have some skilled subordinates but how about you, you will stay behind them coward.

It’s scales are almost transparent now, and beneath, I can see white blood pumping through it’s abdomen. Nakoa doesn’t get close enough for the creature to make it’s move, Marek tackling Nakoa into the snow. They both fall in a flurry of clothing, tumbling down part of the hill. I draw to a stop, brandishing my dagger in front of me as I examine the creature with horror. It backs away, before dropping the corpse it was holding into the snow. It’s dropped the façade, and I can see now that it’s a man, dressed in hunting clothing. He must have been it’s last victim.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.