The Blood King Novels & Stories

Before I can ask what he went , we are already halfway down the hallway Dizziness set in as he speeds, stopping only in front of the king. His robe is now gone . Only his dress shirt, satin pants and brown leather boots. I gasp as my eyes land on his face. It no longer has those burns scaling off. It now looks smooth. “Thanks to your blood,” he drawls as if reading my thoughts. I blink. What does he mean? The king of Ashvale drinks blood? “You drank my blood?” He brush past me , his gaze flicking to the man beside me who drops to a bow. “Get her ready for the show tonight,” he orders.

They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King. Rome spits out blood. My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.

He wants his blood, and he will rip apart anyone who dares to try and stop him. Faced with the strongest and last descendant of the Bain purebloods, the king didn't know where to stand. His eyes were consumed with fear, he even looked pale as he tried to turn and run, knowing its his only chance of survival now. But Angel was smarted and faster. Knowing his next move before even he did. He gripped the king by his shoulder, roughly swinging him around ready to punch a hole into his skull.

Xavier furrowed his brows. "Brother?" "Yes, he had a younger brother who was murdered by someone. Ashton loved him too much and his sudden death left a huge impact on his mind. He was emotionally broken and that's how he came into the dark world. Do you know that Ashton Finn is famous as the Blood King in the underworld because he loves to shed blood of his enemies? He tortures his enemy in the most brutal and vicious way that anyone could ever imagine. He is a bloodthirsty beast but what I am worried about that why is he after you?", Albert told Xavier in a serious tone. Xavier frowned.

“How is this possible? All the color drained from Nate’s face while David looked at him confusedly; even though he was in A country for years, he heard nothing about Blood king, so why has his father acted like that? Does he know something about that bloody Blood king? David leaned down and looked into his father-in-law’s eyes. “Do you know anything about Blood King? Do you? He asked sternly. His patience had already worn off. He was holding himself because someone was waiting for him, so even he had to sacrifice himself for her. However, he would do that without a second thought, so he showed so much patience in front of everyone. Nate inhaled sharply and looked at David. “I know about him,

"Anyway, if the past King is still around then they would be the one to present the new Demon King to all of the families." I looked back down to the book to continue reading. The new soon-to-be crowned king would then step forward and slice his palm with a dagger belonging to the first King. He would then mix his blood into a bowl along with that of his brethren. He would then drink the blood which would create the bond which would link him to his people until the next king were to emerge or death. "What does it mean by 'bond'?" She pointed to the word.

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

Blood clubs meant socialization and I cringed at the possible amount of the Founding Ten who had sided with him in this insurrection. “You whispered rebellion.” I said, understanding that not only were rogues his companions, but those who sat in my ballroom tonight. “Yes. Some shrugged me off not taking me seriously, but others joined. It was easy. They’re desperate to have a real king.” He touched his hair that was tied in a braid behind his back, straightening it. “One who doesn’t bow to the humans. They don’t want our bloodlines to be tainted with weak humans.” I could hear it now. Behind the calm demeanour he claimed was the fanatical mindset of a sociopath. One willing to kill anyone in

He even lowered his head in a respectful gesture towards the king. "Your highness, your meal has been prepared and awaits your indulgence. "Would you rather eat here or in the drawing room?" With a solemn gesture, Horacio lowered his head and posed his inquiry. The monarch gazed upon it with a stoic countenance, revealing no hint of feeling. With a temperament as fiery as the sun, the King has taken to severing the heads of those who serve him directly. Within the confines of this grand palace, there exist a multitude of human beings, all of whom are dutifully serving the King in their respective capacities. Among them, there is one individual who holds a particularly unique role, serving as

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."