Romans & histoires Queen Bathing In Blood

"The wolf does not concern herself with the opinion of the sheep. But a mother? A mother concerns herself with nothing except the survival of her young." * * * The blood always has a smell before you see it. That is something they do not teach you in healer academy, where the laboratories are sterile and the practice wounds are controlled, and every surface gleams under regulated fluorescent light. They teach you the science of blood, and its pH, its clotting cascade, its supernatural variants, the way Alpha blood carries a resonance frequency that hums against your fingertips like a live wire. They teach you everything about blood except the most important truth: that fresh human blood smel

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

In the air. Then a figure stepped out of the shadows. Another woman. Power radiated off her like fire. The Queen. But younger. Crueler. My mother backed away, snarling. “You won’t take her.” “She belongs to me,” the Queen hissed. “She carries the blood.” My mother looked down at me—tiny, crying, unaware—and then at the Queen, her eyes full of pain. “She’ll never be yours.” She raised her hand, chanting in a language I couldn’t understand. Light burst from her fingers, carving ancient symbols in the air.

She saw the palm in front of her face. "Give me the fucking keys." "Oh," she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead, and immediately she began to fumble around for the keys, and when she finally found them, it was beside her on the bed, "here," she hurriedly placed them in his palm. He snatched them from her hold. "Instead of being this rude," she rose to her feet, standing next to the headboard, "There are other ways to look at this?" "Of course; I mean, you've taken the crown for being the real bitch. You need a reality fucking show."

In fact, any move I made a mistake in, was going to be the death of me and my child. “Urrghh!” As she approached me, I did the same too, “Yahh!!!” Twirling some elements together, I slowly weaved it styling every drop and essentials not forgetting to snake it around her. I had a vampire blood; thus I was swift than her. Hence, she clenched her neck once I hit her. At the same time, I blocked her move with a defensive shield. The Queen gurgled at the strings of ice I twirled around her neck aiming to stop it when it snapped. Her head disconnected from her neck and in spite of my experience, her entire body disappeared.

Thick blood. Too much blood. I felt my heart break as I followed them down the hall, trailing behind like a shadow, and vaguely I recognized the path as the one that led to the royal Doctor’s office. I shook my head, my feet losing their strength with each splatter and pool of old I saw, every step closer to the door, a slash to my heart. “Your Majesty!” The guards by the door turned when they caught sight of the Queen approaching, their eyes wide in alarm. I felt ill when I caught sight of the blood staining their armor.

She turned to the queen. “You shall make four gates around her and you shall drink the blood from those four gates.” She harshly said. The queen nodded. She took out her dagger and walked towards Keira. She slowly drew a long thin line on her forehead, on each of her arms and on her feet, The witch carefully took out a pinch of blood from each wound and poured it into a bowl, giving it to the queen. “Drink it, and the spirit in her becomes yours.” She whispered. The queen slowly raised the bowl to her mouth, and began to slowly drink it. She staggered backwards as she took a sip, her eyes getting redder, her veins turning darker.

His so-called wife was asleep in the tub in her wedding gown. Her gown had a few minor tears in a few places. Jonathan wondered what she was doing there in that state. A sudden tightness in his pants brought him back as his fury burned as he recalled that she had drugged him. He was stunned by the icy cold water. How was she still hot inside that cold water? In the candlelight, he could see her flushed skin. Was she also drugged? He shook his head, muttering a curse as he tried to throw her out.

My sister is dead, it doesn’t matter what was used to do it, it doesn’t stop her from being dead. “It’s the fact they weren’t healing and…” Feray tries to finish her sentence but can’t seem to get the words out. “All the blood,” I say emotionlessly. “What?” asks Arthwin. “When uncut diamonds come into contact with our blood, it acts like a poison. Renders us near human and liquefies our blood causing it to pour from every orifice. That’s why there was so much blood,” I say. I can still smell her blood all over me as it dries and sets into the fabric of my clothes. I can feel it in my hair. There was so much of it.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.