Princess Of Blood 소설 & 이야기

“Because I don’t care for titles. I don’t care for your prayers, I only want the truth.” The silence stretched on, and though it looked like it will never come, he finally whispered: “She is not of royal blood as she claimed.” The chamber went deathly still. “What again?” My voice was a lash. “Say that again.” The priest shuddered. “She was never born of the Lycan king. She carries no bloodline of thrones.” His voice broke, and I could smell the salt of his tears. “She was taken...taken as a child, raised in the shadows of the Obsidian Empire, but as a vessel, just for this purpose and nothing more.”

“The Lords envisioned ruling over every being, with the power from each Clans. That plot wasn’t successful after the accident; however, it affected the fate of our Princess who was taken to an orphanage,” What exactly was happening? Mum wasn’t my mum? Dad wasn’t my dad too? How… Just how… “Cithara,” Gasps resonated the room once more. “That is where she was raised all through her life.” The brilliant dark-skinned woman, directed her hands towards the jury. “The Death Goddess, mother of all vampires, paired our Princess to the Dark Prince.” More pants echoed the Sea instantly. “His name is Javier Vasco Zapetero,”

They saw the priestess of the blood, who held a silver dagger and a golden chalice, looking solemn and ominous. They felt a surge of fear and anxiety, but they did not let go of each other's hands. They walked to the center of the room, where a pedestal was placed. On top of the pedestal, there was a glass bowl filled with water. The water was clear and pure, reflecting the light from the windows. The priestess of the blood stepped forward and addressed the crowd with a loud and clear voice. "Welcome to the test of blood! The test that will reveal the truth about Prince Bryan's lineage and heritage! The test that will prove once and for all if Prince Bryan is indeed the son of King Edric and

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

“…the blood race is an old race that has practiced magic since time immemorial. They are called the blood race because they kill a man by freezing his blood. The king and everyone else in Salvador is not to find out under any circumstances that Cleopatra has magical powers or else she will not be spared…”, Edgar explained, “Neither will the whole of Averna” “And we are sure that the princess is a descent of the blood race, seeing as how she tried to hurt the little girl”, Cleopatra added, “We are sure they are the perpetrators of that dastardly act in the forest the other day…”

But I understood nothing honestly, but before I could ask, she kept going on… “I see blood that remembers crowns it never wore. A princess stripped of worth, hidden by time, unnamed by history…” “Only her blood can unmake what your ancestors stole,” Valhalla paused, and then suddenly smiled. “Only her return can close what was not supposed to open…” “Who?” I stepped forward, because I had now seen some lights. “Who is she?” “A princess who is not named.” She repeated her words. “And what if she is not found,” I demanded, my fists clenching by my sides.

I never would have imagined that this is how I am going to go. Astria, radiant even in her travel cloak, her hair pinned with silver, barrels through everyone to the front, her chin lifted high. My heart drops. Ah shit. Someone should hold the bitch before she gets us killed. “Do you know who I am?” Astria snaps, her tone dripping with disdain. “I am Princess Astria Elowen of the Eastern Kingdom, daughter of Lord Theron and niece to the High King. Your mountain spirits have no authority over me.” I know that I have prayed for death before but there are better ways to go than death by a sparky mouth and a trolls club. Can't I go by running through a flowery meadow or some shit?

Princess? Sh**! Elora is a princess because she has Royal blood in her veins. She was none other than the neice of the werewolf king himself. She was the neice of Volkan Knight. And now he thinks it was me who hurt her.

Let the kingdom grow. Why didn't he offer a marriage right away? He wanted to let the princess look at her potential husband-to-be. I did say she was his favorite child, and more: my mother had a powerful gift for fire magic. This is something known to manifest in the royal bloodline-rarely, yet in a huge way. Princess Michelle had been able to light up candles on chandeliers since her childhood. Once, she singed a court lady's hairdo, and no cocky courtier could even think about propositioning her in a dark hallway. After all, nobody would want their tender bits burned to a crisp.

Princess Haera, third child of King Aldric, bore an asterisk and a reference number. Following the reference led her to an appendix at the back of the book. More notes from Royal Physician Maltheus, these ones written in a hurried hand that suggested urgency or fear. Princess Haera's condition deteriorates. The King has forbidden further discussion, but I must record what I have witnessed. Her blood shows properties I cannot explain—it resists vampiric transformation at a cellular level while simultaneously demonstrating resonance patterns consistent with the eldest bloodlines. She should not exist as she does, caught between states, neither fully vampire nor...