Royal Blood Members Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 35 Royal blood means being part of the royal family. A princess, queen, or king. Hell no! My parents adopted me but I don’t believe I’m a princess of a hidden kingdom in this country. And there’s even no kingdom in here. Gelo must be wrong about what he was thinking.

Yet it's like a fairytale strike the palace hall from a shocking event and a shocking announcement. Those who talked about ill rumours of Sapphire being a slave, they lost their speech from speaking ill mannered to her, it was a balance of talk about being rude to a Royal Blood. A Royal Blood? Those are the people rumoured as a vicious beings created as mark of being a Royal on the Adilara Kingdom, the Royal Blood is very least that it identified a true ruler, in the Adilara Kingdom, it was a battle of throne and killing is necessary to take the throne but only if the successors and the challenger has the Royal Blood into them.

He was the son of the king, not by birth but by marriage. His mother, Racheal, was nowhere to be found. Amilek's hands rested awkwardly for a moment before he adjusted them, folding them together, then separating them again. His gaze flickered. From Helena, still and composed. To Jazell, unmoving and cold. To Leah, quiet but distant. And then Tamina, she was calm in a way that felt almost unsettling. The rest of the royal family arrived later, and soon every single chair at the table was occupied except for two.

Within seconds, the ruined bar emptied until only a handful of us remained. Me. Silas. Kael. Darius. Seraphine. And the crushing weight of another nightmare. I looked directly at Seraphine. “Start explaining before I lose my mind.” Her gray eyes stayed calm. “The Crown bloodline maintains authority over dormant royal descendants.” I blinked slowly. “Dormant royal descendants.” Darius answered instead. “Your mother’s side.” The world tilted. “What?” Silas turned sharply toward him. “You knew her lineage?” Darius remained irritatingly calm.

"Also… this one did not only convulse. The sedatives didn't work at all." "Well, he is of royal blood. The purer the blood the stronger the special abilities are, like the healing for example." He stood up and went to grab a bottle of blood on the table. "His blood is extraordinary. His Majesty wants us to study him carefully. We need to know the weaknesses of the ones with royal blood." he put the bottle down. "I need more of his blood." "I can bring you more." She hurried to say. He shook his head. "His Majesty wouldn't allow that,"

Kael was about to strike the kid, but then the king stopped him with a warning glance. “I see you’re as cold as most members in our family, all except for your father …” “Our family? My father? Are you messing with me?” Arth clenched his fist. He tapped his left waist but he seemed to realize his sword hadn’t been with him. “The color of your eyes confirms it all,” the king replied. “You are indeed a direct descendant of my brother, Letholdus Aragon.” “What are all these nonsense things you are saying?” “You have the royal blood of House Aragon, the Chosen Family, Descendants of Glaceus, and Protectors of the North.”

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

Not a winning partnership, if it is. At the time the princess went missing, the proof of everyone’s bloodlines hadn’t been established. Some enterprising person obtained the guard’s blood. Now here is where the twist comes, my good reader. The palace has confirmed that his bloodlines were not casteless, as once believed. His bloodlines line up directly to that of the noble families of Van Der Naught and Stoller. This places him as the only offspring of the last rulers of the north-western region. His bloodlines make him worthy of the princess if the above rumour is true.

Venus was a woman and she must do as she was told. As she reached the front of the aisle, she saw the royals. The royal family of Salazar kingdom. The Salazar royal family was unique not because of its bloodline but as well as their looks. While they did inherit the ancient dragon bloodline, they also inherited some similar appearances that made them look like a dragon.

Or if he’s earnest and is amused I can’t comprehend what he’s saying. “What doesn’t fall into your belief system, Bailey? That royals exist? How do you explain Kate and William? I’d say Meghan and Harry, but they flew the coop, so I suppose they’re not the best of examples for the royal family as a whole or as a concept, and—” “Where is this castle of yours?” I interject before he really gets rolling and I can’t find a single excuse not to take stock in this direction in which he’s headed.