Novel & Cerita Queen Who Bathed In Blood

said the queen in contrast to her smiling face. "It's true. The palace psychic said there was a prophecy in which the kingdom's destruction came from the blood of a descendant of a black magician. Must shed her blood with tears of pain as an antidote and atonement for life to protect the kingdom," Emma explained again to satisfy and restore the queen's good emotions.

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

“Get up, Lincoln. We’re leaving this place.” I was so confused. Should I go with her? “No,” said the king once more. I was getting the sense that it was his favorite word. “You have no dominion here. This is my court.” The Queen stepped up, shielding me from view. “He has a drop of fae blood. Are you willing to ignore that?” “A drop? That werewolf has been mixed with humans. That blood you speak of is non-existent!”

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

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.

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

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.

Many of the soldiers surrounded the Queen Mother but they didn't know that she was a force to be reckoned with. Her strength and speed allowed her to move through the battlefield like a whirlwind. With a flick of her wrist, the blood within her enemies’ veins twisted and turned against them. One soldier lunged at her, but before he could even swing his sword, his body seized up, his veins bulging grotesquely as she manipulated his blood. He let out a strangled cry before collapsing into a lifeless heap.

Annalise and Eria both gasped at the same, he became worried at the look on their face. “ Blood” Eria choked out pointing at the Queen's dress which was now spotting a patch of blood. The king lifted his hand and saw it. His Queen gave him a worry but he acted as if there was nothing wrong. “ Get the royal doctor right now” the king commanded and the servants started running around. The people parted as the king carried his Queen out of the temple, his back still decorated with arrows. His bodyguard and some other soldiers who had just gotten to the temple started arresting the remaining assassins who were still alive and everyone who tried to harm the Queen. Princess Cixi's body was carried

Queen asked. The woman shook her head as though she had no idea. Queen recalled that someone was controlling the boat and said, "Hold on, there's someone out there," she turned and wanted to run out to the surface. However, she was suddenly struck so hard on her head with an iron rod. She cried out, turned to stare at the woman who wanted to hit her a second time, and pushed her backward. As the woman fell, Queen went on her knees and closed her eyes as she fell on her face.