Sword Stained With Royal Blood Novels & Stories

“No, of course not. I found it. I told you, Jyris acts like I don't exist, he let it slip around me. It’s even worse now. His mind is occupied because he thinks his lover has returned. It's been about two hundred years. I never even knew her when she was alive, but he cares about her so much more than he does about his brother. We are still family whether he likes it or not. I am of Royal Blood!” “Then you found it unguarded?” Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword that was sheathed right against her waist. “Everyone was busy thinking about the King’s daughter coming back from the dead, they were too occupied with gossip. I was lucky,” he paused, the realization washing over him slo

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

“You’re the last of the royal bloodline.” Silence rang through the cell. I blinked. Laughed. “That’s cute. Did you rehearse that?” Varian sighed. “You can deny it all you want. But your blood proves it.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a dagger. The blade gleamed in the torchlight—silver, edged with something darker. Before I could react, he pressed it against my palm and sliced. Pain flared. My blood welled up—deep crimson, threaded with faint streaks of gold.

His rings lit up as he issued an order to the atrocity he had summoned. “Blood King, kill him.” *Roar* With a loud roar, the Blood King announced its presence and lifted his large arm. A sword made entirely of blood appeared within its grasp, and it swiftly pointed it at Red Rose and Destiny. “It seems we would have to catch up later,” Destiny chuckled and pulled out a rapier from his robe. It was another odd thing about him; for which Barbarian would use a weapon as elegant as a rapier? “Indeed,” Red Rose nodded her head, returning his smile. She dusted the filth from her arms and stood next to Destiny, their auras becoming one.

I drew the ambient Moonbane energy from the triggered traps, from the very air, and poured it in a concentrated stream onto his blade. The white-gold of his Royal Blood and the blue-white of my Moonbane power met and twisted together, not fighting, but braiding into a single, blinding cord of annihilating light. The sword hummed with a power that made the air crackle. “For Willowbrook,” Kael growled, the words a vow etched in fury and grief. “For every stolen dream.” He charged. It wasn’t a run; it was the release of a coiled spring, an alpha's killing lunge. Marcus and two others broke formation to cover his flanks, cutting down the last, feeble wisps of darkness that tried to intercept.

When I didn't answer his question immediately, Dylan rubbed my cheek with his thumb and repeated his question. "Right?" "Mhm, right," I replied to Dylan, then dropped a few light kisses on his calluses-filled palms. My dream to become a hot mama and rich unemployed lady seems hard to come true in the near future. But what can I do if my man wants it? Moreover, Dylan has royal blood, which makes him kinda responsible for the mess I started. In addition, he also obtained the title of sword master after wielding Hayden's sword, which turned out to be a magic sword passed down to the successor of the royal family.

“I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.” The healer’s gaze darted between them, calculating. “It may require both of you,” she admitted finally. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a slender dagger, its blade etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the torchlight. “Royal blood can only be stabilized by blood sacrifice, carefully balanced. Her veins reject ordinary blood, but the energy of kinship, bond, or fated ties may hold her lantern steady.” Marcus stiffened at the word fated. His eyes slid to Raine, then to Colin, wolf bristling with the thought of anyone else’s blood touching her. “Then mine. Take mine.”

My blood was to be mixed with that of my mates in the pack's ancient vessel. When Roy approached me with the knife, I looked at him with fear in my eyes. 'Relax princess. It will heal in no time?' Roy said smiling at me and I nodded. I tried my best not to look scared in the presence of all pack members. Roy gently made a cut on my wrist and turned the cut towards the cup. My blood poured out of my veins into the cup. When the blood stopped, I discovered that the wound was already sealed. Roy and Roman also cut their wrists and poured their blood into the cup. Roman was the last to do his. Immediately his blood went into the cup, I suddenly felt overwhelmed with the thought of a lot of peopl

I gritted my teeth, not letting go of his weapon using my left arm while grabbing him on the neck using my right. "Auughh!" Blood gushed out from my stomach as he successfully remove it, a sharp warm sensation lingering all throughout my body as I bear the pain.I drew a sharp breath as he quickly move behind me, tremendous pain showered my legs as he slashed both of my Achilles tendons.I kneeled down the ground, vomiting all the blood as I taste something metallic from my own mouth.He quickly retreated, gasping for air as he suffered from all the cracks. "W-what is this?!" He shouted, terror written all over his face as he saw how his body wasn't healing anymore.I can't help but grin, wiping