Sword Stained With Royal Blood Novels & Stories

But the moment he catches sight of the blood pooling beneath her, his entire body stills. His eyes widen. He slowly lifts a blood-soaked piece of cloth, staring at the colour—blue. “Dear Goddess,” he whispers. The Alpha King’s heart skips. He leans forward, his voice low and desperate like a man asking a question he already feared the answer to. “Why is her blood blue?” The doctor looks up, eyes flicking to the King’s face. “Your Majesty... your sword... everyone knows it was forged with ancient magic. Deadly to all—except those of royal blood. It’s designed to identify its own.”

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

In all my blue glory, I fly to claim my bride. *** Roxanne I sharpen my two-foot steel blade before holding it up against the morning sun. The light shines off the blade, which fractures it into multiple beams of brilliance. Soon it will bathe in blood-the magical blood of a dragon. I will clean off the gore using my white bride's dress and dance in the red puddles after I kill him. No sister of mine will become a dragon's bride today. My death for this deed will be satisfying-the ultimate sacrifice.

Romeo scoffed at the still frozen Leon. The half-blood pulled out his sword and took a closer look at it, carefully sniffing at its blade. When he picked up the faint trace of poison on it, humiliation and quiet rage immediately blazed in his eyes. He could not believe the crown prince had lowered himself and did this. He remembered that he had sparred with the crown prince before they attacked Dacria because of the crown prince's request. It was then that the crown prince asked them to exchange swords for one round.

Sheila said. “More like a big fucking detail,” Alec said with a growl. “What detail?” I asked. “The royal family uses blood magic to protect all their holdings,” Sheila said. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Similar to what we had at Wolf Creek,” Kyle said. “Everything is locked down unless you’ve got royal blood.” “But how do people who work there get in and out?” I asked. “More blood magic.” Sheila shuddered. “Pendants containing a drop of royal blood,” Spencer said as he walked into the room.

the shaman says, running after your mother. “I'm going to kill him,” your mother says and decides to pay the supernatural king, who was also a lycan a visit and plead with him to give you permission to kill someone with Royal blood. Because royal blood is so rare, it is forbidden to kill anyone who had royal blood running through their veins. The supernatural king himself has been searching far and wide for decades for royal blood to mate with his brothers. Your mother walks into the sunroom where the supernatural king was eating breakfast among other day walker species, mostly lycans, and walks straight to his table.

They were armed with knives, spears and bows. A chorus of screams erupted from the crowd of servants. I saw one of the men slice a young child in the chest, and she crumpled to the floor, ejecting a stream of blood from the open wound. "How did they get in so quickly?!" Adeia gasped as we all started running in the opposite direction, "And where did all of the palace guards go?" Nobody answered her question. Nobody even knew the answer to it. Nobody had the time to think over it. Our first concern was to get to some sort of shelter.

The acrid smell of burnt hair and blood wafted over to me. Keir walked slowly over to his brother and stood over him; watching as the blood flow slowed and Uisdean's screams mellowed into whimpers. The hair at his temples was mostly gone but what was left was thick with blood and smoldering. There were even holes in his suit where blood had dripped and wounds all over his skin where it had burned through the flesh. "That's the magic His Majesty inherited from your grandmother," Dylan whispered with a note of awe. "Bloodburn."

she added, as she saw his chastened expression. "But why now? How will it help us?" he persisted, but it was Haden who answered, as though just realising it himself. "Royal blood.." he said heavily, "Cyrus said it strengthened the whole pack. If they choose war.." he trailed off as Saxon nodded understanding, finishing the sentence for him, "We will need the same."

I said to him, knowing after seeing it in use that it could kill him. Beta Marcus shakes his head at me, before he says, “It won’t kill him. He has the blood of a royal in him, and it is crafted with their blood inside of it, that is why it glows a bright light. An object crafted from one’s bloodline is not able to destroy its own blood, so Urijah is in no harm from it.”