The Blood King Novels & Stories

The demon, who was looking bored, perked his head at the oldest Red Witch inquiry. Sayo clicked his tongue. “I can’t. I was a demon on death row. By your aura, I’m guessing it was you who was used as a medium to open the door. The King inherits the Royal Blood. The demon King only had one daughter so she must be his mother.” All eyes turned to Ambrose, who looked as cold as the glacier above them. “So he can close 'the gate' but how when we don’t even know where it is?” They were all contemplating when Valerie's eyes flickered between the King and the Princess. The King had the blood of the Royal Demons and the Princess had the blood of the Red Witch, though both of them were half-bloods.

Blood issued from the slit of his skin, and it hovered in the air. “Do you, your majesty, give the throne to your heir, your son?” The priest approached the king. “Yes,” he said, almost instantly after the priest’s statement. The king’s wrist also suffered the same fate, and his blood stretched in the air with Vladimir’s. The priest stood in the center of the hovering blood, whispering incantations. After a while, the blood glided toward each other until it combined, forming a liquidize ball that was gleaming horrifyingly with the brightness of the sun. It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object

He's really something! It's also very shocking that our king, the king of Nevera is a freaking blood sucker. This news or secret will scandalize and shake the whole regime of this kingdom, there will be uprising or worse a war between humans and vampires. I can't even begin to comprehend the disaster that will follow If this information gets into the wrong hands..

They were sharp, hungry, and focused on me more than anyone else. He lifted his chin slightly, not in pride but like he was delivering a story he had rehearsed way too many times. “The King’s interest in Kingsblood is more political than personal. There’s no need for spilling blood here, and absolutely no need for war either. What the King wants is order and control. He wishes to settle it through marriage and alliances.” The word “marriage” made my fingers go stiff around the ribbon he had handed me earlier. I didn’t want to hold it, but I couldn’t let it go either.

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

“As your current king said, I am Garon Bloodwing. Vampire Kingdom’s very own king.” The moment he introduced himself, the air in the room suddenly felt heavy, making it extremely difficult to breathe. In fact, I could barely keep my posture from the sudden pressure! A pressure I remember hearing about during my time in this kingdom.

they were folded but yet we're noticable by all who stood in the church today. Next to her was King of the Kingdom, King Bloodstar. He was the elder brother of Prince Blackscale. He had only been King for a short time due to the elder King had recently passed away. Seeing the New King of the Salazar Kingdom, made Venus feel butterflies in her stomach as well as blush.

I made them believe that we are not their enemies and that they must protect us. I could feel my body weakening. I could feel the weight of using the new ability I discovered with every one I manipulated but I did not pay it any mind. Even when my nose started bleeding. When my knees almost gave out. They need me and this is all I can contribute. "Father!" Kohen's loud scream caught my attention and I saw the king falling on his knees. What happened? There were no other injuries other than the stab—poison. The queen laughed manically while staring at her husband who was now fighting for his life.

Justus flinched as Thaddeus clapped his shoulder. Several hours later, the Imperial crown was laid on Thaddeus head by the king maker with the entire city in attendance, after Lucius' golden burial. Everyone secretly thought that the god Zeus had laid a curse upon the throne after the only legitimate son of the emperor got infected by a blood sucker. What else could explain the sudden deaths of two promising young men in the space of a few weeks? As the people trooped out, one after the other, they all expected to gather again for his burial and the crowning of the next son.

' you question in silence, not aware that the king was able to control another through another. A few people bow their heads as the two of you walk past. You enter the throne room, your eyes admiring the historical style mixed with modern finishes. "What brings you to the higher council?" The King makes asks lounging on his throne as if it was a casual chair. "I need a prehistoric vampire's blood to wake Davide," you say flatly, without greeting him first. You feel your knees buckle and you go down to the floor against your will. You glare up at the king in anger, knowing he is using his kingship.