Novel & Cerita The Blood King

Holding a sword to the Fey King's throat, forsaking alliances, and slaying a King for disrespecting his bride, the Vampire King was setting the bar a little too high for others. Leaning back in his seat the Fey King covered his pleased smile with his fingers as he caught a glimpse of the old Vladimir Volkov who had been hiding for the past eighteen years, the Vampire King who was known for initiating wars without giving a damn about the consequences. There was no denying that the Vampire King was a perfect match for his great-granddaughter. While on the other hand, King Darach and Queen Amber were looking at the Vampire as if he had lost his bloody mind. The man had openly declared war right

He wore his black ceremonial robe and the crown rested heavily in his hands waiting to be put on me. I stopped before the throne while the songs grew louder around us. The high priest stepped forward carrying the ancient ceremonial ring, worn by the first king of the blood kingdom and every other kings that followed. “O Blood crowns blood,” he announced loudly. “O Blood crowns blood.” The entire hall repeated immediately. The ring was laid on my palm, then father stepped forward. He looked at me not as a son but as his successor. “Kardor, I know you understand what this throne demands and what it takes.” father whispers quietly to me.

The woman screamed and continued to struggle from the grip of the two king's men, but no matter what she did, she couldn't get out. While the king blew air and nothing, it pulled out the nail buried in the man's shoulder, which was the reason for me to see more of how the abundant blood flowed from the deep wounds created by my demonic father. "Your blood stinks; I don't like the smell of it." Said the king, who seemed to hate the man's blood. He took a small handkerchief from the pocket of his underwear and used it to wipe the blood from his fingers. My father didn't even pay attention to that. Doesn't he know that the smell of a healer's blood is insane? Or maybe it already knows?

The next thing I noticed was Xavier holding the driver by his neck, choking him to death. I think I saw the king's eyes change to red with something like fire in the middle. I rushed and opened the car door immediately and stepped out running towards Eda. People that were present stood and did nothing to stop the king except the king's right-hand man who came and was pleading with the king to let go of the poor man "You would treat her, the same way you treat me" Xavier growled "Yes my king!" the driver said in a terrifying voice. Xavier looks terror-stricken right now like he is ready to kill anyone who stands in his way

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

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.”

Unfortunately, it looked like that was what was going to happen. “Buy me some time,” Chief Priest Kaka ordered the Blood King and pulled off one of his rings. The Blood King moved immediately to the call of its master, ignoring Destiny and dashing towards Red Rose. Destiny pursued it swiftly, and soon he and Red Rose were fighting together again, and the Blood King was being pushed back, its injuries accumulating faster than its body could heal. At this speed, the Blood king would not last past ten minutes. Ten minutes was enough for what Chief Priest Kaka wanted to

she said, holding her palms to each other enthusiastically, adding, "I think we will bond in the future, and you, Has the king donated his blood for you? I asked her waiting for her answer and Celine stared at her in shock, trying to comprehend the horror of the information that invaded her mind in less than a minute. Next, she said, oblivious to Selene's faint features that seemed to have seen a ghost, "You are fortunate that he did, as the only one who gave him of his blood so far is Larissa, the king does not give his blood to anyone, especially since he is the only pure blood left of our descendants..... ..»

Darius moved instantly, steadying me before I could stumble. The bond flooded immediately with concern so intense it nearly hurt. I grabbed his arm automatically. Needing something solid. Something real. The King watched the interaction silently. Then his expression hardened. “The Blood Crescent is hunting her because they know what she is.” My stomach dropped violently. No. No no no. “What are you talking about?” The King looked directly into my eyes. And answered with terrifying calm. “You carry royal blood.” Silence. Complete silence. Then, i laughed , actually laughed.