Sword Stained With Royal Blood Novels & Stories

"Is this the best the royal bloodline can produce? Your father is watching you fail!" ​Ardon spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the dry earth and tried to crawl toward his fallen sword. His entire body felt broken, and his ribs throbbed wildly. He looked up at the high golden balcony, expecting his father to yell at him to fight harder. He expected Jaceon to demand royal blood. Instead, Jaceon just stared down at him with chilling silence. ​Zachery finally drew his broadsword, the thick steel shining brightly under the hot midday sun.

The Queen POV I adjust the microscope and the slide comes into focus as a crease forms along my forehead. This isn’t what I had been expecting. After 10 separate tests, each of them came up with the same result and the same changes in the blood cells. It isn’t the royal blood, but it is Trinity’s blood which can heal people. The royal blood can heal lycans, but after mixing the royal blood with Trinity’s, it is the crown princess’ new blood which works miracles on both lycans and werewolves and in a fast time frame.

This… this is different. This thing in front of him is not just an enemy. It is blood. It is legacy. It is the very root of what he is. And it is standing there, ready to kill him. “He’s not just the first Lycan,” Arwan continues, almost giddy now. “He’s the most powerful. Every drop of strength you’ve ever known… came from him. But diluted. Watered down through generations of weaker wolves, softer bloodlines.” Theon doesn’t move. His claws dig into the dirt, but he doesn’t shift his stance.

He glanced at me again, before turning back and raising his voice higher, "but we have gained something much more - the power of Royal blood! They felt so threatened by it that they tried to eradicate it, but they failed, and now it is stronger than ever, running through our Lycan veins!" His words were met with looks of confusion, but also hope, as everyone began looking around, seeing themselves surrounded by dots of bright purple glow. "But how?!" shouted a sceptical voice not far from the stage, "Asher claimed to have killed them all." There were murmurs of those wondering the same, and Thane held up his hand for silence, "Asher was wrong. And unbeknownst to any of us, at least one who c

But his eyes still watched everything. Before us, on his knees and bound in silver restraints, was the fallen Alpha of Duskfall. His chest was still bleeding sluggishly, the venom from Raven’s blade clearly doing its work. Raven had said it was coated in Alpha Silver, which was rare, toxic, and slow-burning. He wasn’t healing. Not properly. I leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on the fool who thought he could challenge me in my own territory. “Why?” I asked calmly. My voice echoed through the stone hall, calm but laced with steel. “Why the ambush?”

Before I know it, the King tucks out a blade and slashes my front torso slantwise; from my left shoulder to a point near my right hip. The sudden pain causes me to wince as I nearly choke on the blood spurting from my mouth. It is a good thing I always could endure pain. If not, trying not to flinch or act like I’m going through one would have been a massive failure. As blood gushes out of the wound, most flowing down my legs and filling the dents, I watch the Umbra Crown slit his left palm to let his blood drip into the sword dent too. The rock, meant to react to blood, releases components that mix with the blood and gradually stiffens the latter.

It was my father’s blood. My heart began pounding very fast. Fury rose like fire in my chest. I thought of reasons to control myself but the simple truth made my thoughts tear apart. This blade was a royal weapon and only certain people carried royal weapons. I understood the rules of the palace weapons. Only four people ever held that dagger: my father, my mother,Caine, and me. The Royal Lycan’s blade was a symbol and a tool. Its edge was made to kill what normal steel could not. It had an antidote and a counter-salve kept in the royal room. It was not for rogues or any other wolf. It was only for blood and rule.

I asked and she raised her head, shaking her head after seeing my naive expression. “The sword of royals is used to know a true Alpha blood. Whoever is not a true Alpha blood cannot behold the sword of royals and if he does, he will die or be plagued with a heavy disease.” She explained making me gasp. I covered my mouth. “Where…. Where are his brothers?” I asked, my heart pounding hard in my chest. I didn't think Royce could go so far to get what he wants. “All died. Why do you think he is Alpha now, Lena? I helped him. I don't want to go into details because I owe you no explanations.”

He groaned in pain as the other knight lurched at him with his sword before plunging it into his stomach. The sword cuts deep into Sir Criston's stomach, and as the other knight drew out his sword, the steel was smeared with blood, dripping on the soil. The crowd went wild with cheers. Micah's face fell; she watched Sir Criston groan in pain in a pool of his own blood. She turned to look at Amilek, as if to say it was his fault; he told her to give the knight her favor. However, Amilek had a nonchalant countenance; his green emerald eyes were mundanely fixed on the knight, who was now receiving praises from the crowd.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.