Sword Stained With Royal Blood Novels & Stories

I said, and then the sword glowed again like it was answering me. I tilt my head as I reach the door. Because of its size, I know that it will be heavy, so I get ready. I pushed the door but it didn't budge a bit. Then I saw that there was a word in the side part and I read it. To my surprise, it says that the door needs royal blood, which I didn't know what that meant. A handprint is curved there, and I put my hand over there to try. I wince when I feel something slash me. However, when my blood dropped on it, the door glowed but didn't open. That was the time I heard someone was coming.

Waylon said, “This sword is forged using dragon blood. That’s why it’s called Dragonslayer. It is imbued with a dragon’s power. If you don’t believe me, feel free to watch the show.” As he said that, he sighed. “The Giovannis have accomplished their duty. From today onward, Divine Sword Villa will never forge another sword again.” “That won’t do! I still need you to repair Excalibur,” Callan hurriedly said. “Hahaha… That is true.” Waylon laughed and said, “Enough of this conversation. Let’s go have a drink!” He dragged Callan away. Callan could not help but sigh. He had no idea what would happen to Divine Sword Villa.

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

“Time is a luxury the kingdom cannot afford, Alpha. Have you forgotten the sacred vow? When assassins held blades to your throat, my blood spilled to save you. I took the poison meant for you. You swore a royal blood pact to protect my family and elevate my daughter to the throne.” I frown at him bringing that up, and how dare he act so bold in front of me? I slam my hands on the desk. “What gives you the audacity?” “My King,” he replies, placing a hand over mine. “A king’s word is his bond. A blood debt must be honored.” The weight of the blood debt crashes down on me, heavy and unyielding. The royal honor of my bloodline cannot be broken, and the memory of his sacrifice silences my objecti

“You don't listen, do you? How many more messes are you going to make for me to clean up? This isn't child's play, Reyna. You can do whatever the hell you want but don't you dare touch Roxie, whether she is my mate or not. Don't drag the innocent into your petty plans for revenge.” Sharply, he reeled and walked out of the library and Reyna felt like she could breathe again, and slowly, something warm tickled down her nose. Blood. Reyna wiped it clean with her hand. She stared at it with a confused gaze. Only an alpha and a luna were capable of reducing others to a mess of blood when their dominance and pheromones were resisted; Kaizen wasn't an alpha and he was a werewolf without a wolf in h

"Daughter of the Lunar line, heir to the Graystone legacy. I have faced death and loss and emerged stronger. I have found my brother against impossible odds. I have awakened powers long forgotten." With each word, I felt something stirring within me, not just the familiar presence of my wolf, but something deeper, more ancient. The Royal blood responds to my conviction. "I claim the Lunar Tear by right of blood and worthiness," I continued, moving steadily forward though I could see nothing. "Not because I am fearless, but because I act despite my fear. Not because I am perfect, but because I persevere despite my flaws." A pinpoint of silver light appeared in the darkness ahead, no larger th

it lives in the blood! She closed her eyes, shutting out the deafening clash of metal, the roars of the guards, and the terrifying resonance of Caelum’s blades meeting his resurrected brother's sword. She searched the depths of her soul, disregarding her outside conduits, and dove into her ancestral bloodline — the perfect, burning flame, passed down from Queen Aurelia and the old Solar Court.