The Blood King Novels & Stories

“Being discovered, was it not him who demanded you stay away from your own daughters!’ “Lilly please do not start this.” “Calling your own daughters an abominations from hell because they did not have full blooded vampires on BOTH SIDES!” Lillys voice boomed through the whole house. This was why she was mad, the dang blasted king was a cold heart bastard that only cared about the purity of vampires and rarely liked the idea of a half-blood walking through his precious society he would rather keep silent in the dark. “Please Lilly do not start this fight all over again. He is just upset that I choose a witch who has ties to another court. Otherwise he would not have an issue with the girls. W

“I don’t want to die.” The King bent down slightly. He extended one long, razor-sharp claw, hooking it under my chin and forcing my face up until my terrified eyes locked onto his golden gaze. “If you survive after I drain your blood,” he murmured, his smile turning wicked, “I won’t kill you.” “Drain... my blood?” I repeated, the horror sinking in. “Yes. That is your sole purpose for being here, ugly one.” “No!” I screamed, pulling my face away from his claw. Draining my blood completely would kill me. I hadn’t survived the betrayal of my family just to be used as a blood bag for a monster! “I won’t stay here and wait for my death!”

The king said in a cold and angry voice, for weeks now, he had been sending blood to this foolish son of his, but no, hw wouldn't take the blood, instead he killed all the maids sent to him within a week, asking for human blood, does he think that human blood was that easy to get, with such an ignorant son, he might as well quit the plans he had made for war against the other creatures of the mortality realm, after all, there is no use fighting and winning the war against the other creatures of the mortality realm with a useless son like this, who will pass down his bloodline if this continues. "Your majesty, am sorry, I just crave for human blood so much that I might die if I don't......" "

He could never harm her or the people she cared about. She approached Eden who still stood near Curzon's body. He hadn't stopped staring since he bit the Blood King. She touched his arm. "Eden?" He startled at her voice and backed away from her, his expression dark. There was blood all over him—his hands, his tunic, even specks on his trousers. He looked like he'd been dragged through carnage. "Don't get close to me," he said. "What do you mean? Why?" "I—I'm a Blood Monarch. I fed on him."

Blood King. The weight of the name, the weight of beginning, upon him like a leaden cloak, a cloak of responsibility from which he was unable to escape. "The blood king's blood runs through your veins, Dorian," the Goddess went on, her tone even but with deferential commanding rhythm, a kingly beat in which there may be no irreverence. "In the war that will follow, the war that will kill the nation, she will need a leader who will stand by her to unite people, not divide them."

The light radiating from him stirred the sea of blood, droplets rose and swirled around Evelyn’s feet as though bowing to a god. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I…” —the voice rumbled like thunder beneath the earth— “…am the first Blood King.” Evelyn froze, her heart pounding. “Impossible. The Blood King is Lucien—” “Lucien is merely my heir,” he said. “But you…” he raised a massive hand, his palm hovering in the air— “…you are what the world lost.” --- A cold wind blew across the sea, stirring the surface. For an instant, Evelyn saw flashes—humans and vampires locked in endless battle, dying together in blood-soaked chaos.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

For the Lycan King, William is a weak Alpha, incapable of running Bresmont. “So, Ember, my ever-loyal soldier. I am curious as to how you destroyed those bastards’ camp. What did you see in there? Tell me everything. Every detail of it.” The King leaned back on his magnificent chair and crossed his legs, ready to listen to what Ember will say. A beautiful servant went to serve the King a transparent goblet that is full of a red liquid. Blood. The King leisurely took a sip from it. So, this is the reason why the King had her summoned. He wanted information.