Novel & Cerita Queen Bathing In Blood

I waved my hand cause I was already on the throne. He shifted but didn’t retreat. “To make you the Queen, we have a ceremony and you have to drink Klaus’ blood.” Heat surged into my chest. The hunger came alive again. I had been craving his blood and they had it. My tongue grazed my teeth as I leaned forward. “Where is it kept?” He bowed his head. “In a secured chamber.” “Bring it.” The command cracked like a whip from my throat. Gasps rattled around the chamber like I uttered some type of curse.

Victoria on the other hand is wearing short jump suit on heels and gold jewelry. "I don't know if this went across to everyone but a member of the Infernal bloodbath pack almost killed our heir and today such culprit will be punished. Her name is Susan Carl, she is from the Infernal bloodbath pack. This is what happens to anyone who tries to kill the Queen", he nods and Susan is laid on a plank, her legs and hands are tied from the back, clothing in her mouth. A guard holding up a sword. My eyes lands on Aiden who is on his feet, his mouth opened so wide, his parents is just as flabbergasted as he is. I couldn't stop the smile that plastered on my lips. Oh boy. I love that look of helplessne

At night, Desire could hear voices, shouting outside the walls and wished to hear Sylvester’s voice during those nights. They could say they had peace until one day when a body was brought in. The royal regalia looked familiar and Desire screamed when she saw who it was. It was Queen Naomi covered in blood. She had been shot and she had lost a lot of blood. “My Queen” Desire cried out. “It’s so good to see you again, Desire. I can die in peace now knowing you’re fine” Queen Naomi struggled to say. “What happened?” Desire asked, knowing there’s no salvation for the Queen. She had lost too much blood and she isn’t strong enough to go through the pain of cutting her open at her chest to remove

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

It had made every other voice in the room feel insignificant and slightly embarrassed to have spoken at all. Footsteps crossed the stone floor. Someone walking toward her who had clearly never needed to hurry for anything in his life. She gave herself four seconds. She used every one of them. Then she turned, chin level, spine straight, hands still at her sides and she looked at the man moving through the candlelight toward her. The most feared Lycan King on the East Coast looked back at her like she was one of possession he had already forgotten.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

"For a thousand years." Adelaide looked back at him. "What happens now?" He joined her beside the throne, his expression becoming gently solemn. "Now..." His fingertips rested lightly upon one of the ancient arms. "I explain how a Queen becomes more than a woman wearing a crown." He looked at her. "The throne recognises blood." She frowned slightly. "My blood?" "Our blood." His voice remained calm, measured. "When the Sovereign ascends, her blood is joined with that of the Emberborn people."

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

She stared at the woman on the ground, fury practically burning in her eyes. The next second, the Queen grabbed the untouched wedding wine from the table and splashed it across Ann's face. "Aah!" Ann instinctively raised a hand to block it. However, the hand she raised without thinking was still her dominant right hand. At that moment, every last chance for denial disappeared completely. The Queen swayed violently, nearly collapsing where she stood. Fortunately, the maids beside her hurried to support her. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the King slowly closed his eyes.

“Ah… no… don’t… it’s too big…” She couldn’t imagine how such an enormous phallus could possibly squeeze into her small, tight flower. At the very thought, she couldn’t help but shudder all over; her lower body grew even wetter, and a shuddering wave of pleasure slowly rose from her tailbone to every part of her body. Victor watched the petite woman, flustered yet unable to control her reactions, and chuckled to himself. A low, amused voice emerged from deep within his chest. “More than enough.”