Sword Stained With Royal Blood Novels & Stories

The Lycan Kingdom had once been the pinnacle of peace and prosperity. Under the wise and generous rule of King Artemis and his beloved Queen, Luna Genea, the kingdom thrived. The Red Lycan bloodline was revered as a symbol of strength and nobility, its rulers known for their compassion and loyalty to their people. With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations.

she answered while tears flowed on her cheeks. A week has passed and everyone in the village were called to the palace. Destiny held a ceremony in the palace, inviting everyone. The brothers were recognized as heroes. The village chief gave the King's sword to Destiny. This will mean that Destiny is the new ruler of the kingdom...

The sheer, intoxicating rush of the total victory mixed with the lingering heat of our union, making my body ache for the only touch that could calm the storm inside my blood. Killian walked up behind me, his heavy boots crunching softly in the crimson slush. He dropped his bloody broadsword into the drifts, his massive, feverish hands sliding around my waist to pin my hips hard against his rigid frame, his fangs grazing the pulsing mark at my throat as the remaining Royal legion broke their formations and fled into the white-out conditions of the valley.

She obediently places her hand on the shining sapphire in the middle of the gold carving on the handle of the sword. Zurus takes the small dagger and slit my palm.Blood ooze out of the deep cut. I notice her frown but she doesn't say anything. "Now offer your blood to this sword of our ancestors.It was given by the Goddess Herself to our ancestors to kill our enemies.It is the symbol of ourglorious past.By offering your blood to this sword,you promise your loyalty and readiness to fight for this pack' s safety and integrity."Zurus announce. "I offer my blood as the symbol of my loyalty to this pack and I shall sacrifice the last drop of my blood for the intergty of this pack."I repeat after

" Adrian said with a smile. Before the emperor could say anything, Adrian cut himself with the sword's edge and allowed the blood to flow. It dripped down onto the sword, flowing along the textures on the sword’s surface. Then, something mysterious happened. The sword seemed to absorb Adrian’s blood, guzzling down whatever was offered to it. Its color slowly changed as it absorbed more and more blood, causing the rust to turn bright red. The emperor watched all this in shock. Adrian frowned as his blood continued to flow down the sword.

Across it, written now in fresh blood, appeared new words: “The blade has been chosen. The crown will follow.”

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

Rune spat out to get a rise out of the prince. "I can say the same thing for the Vampires. This feud should be a thing of the past already. The feud is costing us more than it should." The feud yes, there is an ongoing feud at this era. Lowering my head, I approached their table as I strained my ears to hear more information when suddenly, thelm of my dress caught the edge of a wooden arm seat. The wine pitcher tipped, and a stream of dark red wine splashed. Gray eyes instantly locked on mine as I realized the red liquid has poured onto the prince's golden coat, staining the royal cloth.

It shimmered under the moonlight, edges still sharp enough to split spirit from soul. Edric accepted it first. No hesitation. No flinch. He sliced his palm with precision, and the blood spilled bright and crimson onto the circle. Then it was my turn. I took the blade. Steady. Proud. Sassy, even. "Try not to faint, Your Majesty," I whispered. He grinned. “Only if you catch me.” I cut. The sting was sharp, but fleeting. My blood joined his—and when it did, when it splashed together on the sacred stones, it glowed.

I dodged, but the edge of his blade sliced through my sleeve. A thin line of blood appeared on my arm. The crimson mark on my wrist pulsed. The Blood Flame smiled. "Every wound feeds me." I ignored the pain. Instead of attacking, I looked into the king's glowing eyes. For just a heartbeat... I saw sadness buried beneath the crimson light. "You don't want this," I whispered. His sword hesitated. Only for a second. But it was enough. The Blade of Dawn glowed brilliantly. Silver-and-gold light flowed from its edge and wrapped gently around his weapon.