Romans & histoires Queen Of The Blood

But her sister's mightier strength easily keeps her in place. "Fetch the blood," Queen Rowena orders the soldier with the bottle before running the sharp edge of her silver blade across her sister's delicate neck. Blood gushes out of the resulting deep cut, and the Princess's life departs along with it. We watch in bewilderment as the unbothered soldier steps forward and fetches most of the blood into the bottle. Cara's grip on my arm tightens painfully. She is just as utterly shocked as I am. "Send the blood and the stupid letter to King Elon's palace. Hopefully he will be foolish enough to use it," she orders her men.

It seized her. The world spun. She stood in a vast chamber again, though this one was darker than the last vision. The queen was there—her violet eyes burning with grief and fury—as she raised the sigil blade high. Her brother stood before her, silver robes drenched in blood. “You don’t have to do this,” he begged, tears cutting down his face. “Together, we can—” “No,” she cut him off, voice raw. “The crown ends with me.” Before the blade could fall, the Editors appeared, stepping from the shadows like executioners. They circled her, voices unyielding.

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.

I know the maids won’t dare attack me with Spencer in the room, but if somehow he ends up leaving… I shiver and try to tear my thoughts away from worst-case scenarios, returning my focus to the Lycan Queen. “You are being insubordinate, Spencer!” She shouts. “Although you may be my son and the Crown Prince, you have no right to disobey me over and over again. She will die today.” I tremble in Spencer’s arms, but he still looks completely unfazed. “We’ve sworn a Blood Oath together,” Spencer says calmly. A Blood Oath. What is that? Spencer’s voice may not be raised, but it crackles through the hall like a thunderclap, causing the queen to shrink back into her chair in shock. A pair of maids s

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“A rather valuable piece of collateral, I must say. He cares for you, doesn’t he? More than he lets on, perhaps.” The thought of James caring for her, after everything, after the bruises and the control, was a bitter pill to swallow. But she knew his possessiveness. It wasn't love, not in the way Aria understood it, but a fierce, destructive ownership. “He’ll pay you,” she said, trying to project confidence she didn’t feel. “He always does.” “Oh it’s not money as you think Perhaps.” He tilted his head, studying her. “Or perhaps he won’t. Some debts are best settled 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

“Vivienne, how does it feel to spend five years as a counterfeit consort?” She took a slow step closer, her tone soft but venomous. “Oh, and Mia is my daughter. You didn’t know that, did you?” She moved nearer until I could clearly see the contempt in her eyes. “My Blood Covenant with Ethan is the one recorded in the Blood Registry. You were never entered into the Blood Registry. You’re nothing but a ceremonial illusion. If you have any dignity left, you should leave on your own instead of clinging to a throne that was never yours.”

Alaric confirmed her signature and smiled at her. "I don't care about you but close your eyes for a moment" "Why should I do that?" The woman asked alarmed, "You'll Know when you close them" "Look I've done all you asked for, just let me go" "Well you see , I can't do that. You've seen so many and besides you might blackmail me later on and I have the strong mind you will so let's finish this here okay?"Alaric said and looked at the woman. The woman immediately stood up and started running but she hadn't gotten far when Alaric caught her and drained her blood. He left the building and used his powers to set the building on fire.

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”