The Blood Princess And The Knight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She looked around multiple times but saw no one. Siana almost gave up as more time passed with her seeing no one and she turned around to walk away when she heard footsteps and her heart stopped beating… * ~World setting of the book~ -Royal family- They have the purest blood and it gives indescribable powers to vampires and werewolves. For centuries, the royals have protected themselves, hidden away if in danger, and killed several vampires and werewolves to protect their bloodline. Their blood holds the power to save anyone’s life but if taken without their consent, the royal blood dies. They have been chased by both vampires and werewolves in lust for more power and immortality.

Igor walked forward and held his head up with confidence, “It was no ordinary Witch that Nikolai is seeing. I came to know she is the grand daughter of the Queen of Averna. The lost Princess Ashley Tatiana Knight. The Runaway Bride is what they call her here in Averna. A Blood Witch” I closed my eyes and shook my head. F*ck! “Imagine how strong we would be having a Blood Witch fighting for us. It must be the Moon Goddess blessing Nikolai for gifting him with a powerful Mate like the Princess” Igor’s words got the attention of those in attendance. They were whispering and I could see some nodded in agreement. Pamela suddenly turned to look at me. There was some sadness in her eyes. I could no

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Lust filled their eyes and attacked the Princesses. It was a horrible sight. The royal guards fought the bandits, but they had weapons---guns. They stripped the Princesses and devoured their bodies as they cried for help. Everything fell in chaos. Princess Alentis showed up, terrified and trembling when she sighted how the bandits disgrace her mother. She was being raped by three men, and not far from her was Princess Kirsten, pale and dead, and the Queens of Italy and Greece. They amputated their bodies, and she saw how her grandfather was slayed trying to protect her.

“Not all knowledge is meant to be uncovered.” Ignoring the warning, I opened the book, and the pages began to turn on their own, revealing illustrations of dragons and battles, but also of betrayal and loss. My heart raced as I read the words that seemed to leap off the page: “The blood of the lost princess flows through the veins of the betrayer.” A chilling realization washed over me. I looked at Bella, studying the illustrations with a furrowed brow. “What does it mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.

News traveled fast. Not as fast as rumors, but close. By the time we marched the captives back toward the outpost, the story was already outrunning us: Bloodthorn’s hired blades are lured into a Mooncrest trap. The “cursed princess” standing in the center, not chained but armed. Some called it reckless. Some called it divine justice. Bloodthorn would call it something else. They’d send a response. I just didn’t expect the shape it took.

“It probably seems strange, since it’s the opposite on earth, but it’s the way it is here.” “If you’re a prince and I’m a princess, then we are brother and sister! They were going to marry brother to sister?” I gasped, “That’s disgusting.” “We are not related by blood,” he said quietly. “My mother died and my father remarried. He died and then your mother married your father.” “That’s complicated,” I mused as I rolled his words over in my mind. “Complicated, but the truth,” he went on to explain. “Because we had no blood ties, but had strong title ties, they felt we’d be an ideal match.”

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

I never would have imagined that this is how I am going to go. Astria, radiant even in her travel cloak, her hair pinned with silver, barrels through everyone to the front, her chin lifted high. My heart drops. Ah shit. Someone should hold the bitch before she gets us killed. “Do you know who I am?” Astria snaps, her tone dripping with disdain. “I am Princess Astria Elowen of the Eastern Kingdom, daughter of Lord Theron and niece to the High King. Your mountain spirits have no authority over me.” I know that I have prayed for death before but there are better ways to go than death by a sparky mouth and a trolls club. Can't I go by running through a flowery meadow or some shit?