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Chapter Sixty Knight’s POV As I stood in the grand hallway of the opulent castle, my eyes scanned the exquisite chandeliers, the gilded walls, and the ornate artwork adorning every corner. The air was heavy with the scent of luxury, mingling with the delicate fragrance of the flowers that graced the vases strategically placed throughout the expansive space. Despite the grandeur that surrounded me, my thoughts were consumed by a single distraction—the beautiful young princess whom I had sworn to protect.

The bodice hugs my small waist with a sweetheart neckline, with some gems on it. I look like a fairytale princess, even I can see the irony in that, considering how many people I have killed. I can't help smiling thinking of Maddox as my knight in shining armor, when in truth he is my bag bad wolf. I hear a slight growl of approval come through our mind-link. ‘My love keep your thoughts clean, I have your big bad wolf wanting to come claim what is ours’ I smile at this ‘Tonight my love, tonight’

More like a player noting a move on the board. They turned down a narrower hallway. Here the torches threw smaller pools of light, leaving shadows thick between them. “You don’t like him,” she said. “I don’t trust him.” “Because he spoke to me?” “Because he doesn’t move like the others.” Kael’s tone was mild, but there was a sharpness under it. “Knights are dangerous pieces, Serenya. Their strength isn’t in how far they move, but in how unexpectedly they arrive.” She almost laughed at that, but the sound stuck in her throat. “And what am I? A pawn?”

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

Not here. I reached instinctively for Caleb’s sleeve. His eyes showed his worry as he asked instantly. “Gina?” But the world tilted, and voices echoed strangely; the music slowed to my ears. Then…I saw her. Princess Lena, standing beneath a crimson moon, had blood-covered her elegant hands. She wasn’t wounded. The blood belonged to someone else, and behind her, the palace was on fire as wolves fought each other. Jealousy twisted her beautiful face into something almost unrecognizable. Her amber eyes glowed with desperate grief. Then… She screamed Caleb’s name in anger. The sound tore through my soul as silver flames erupted around her and bodies fell.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

I glanced through the small crack and saw how the room was well lit with the sunlight which openly entered the chamber through the big window. My eyes looked with curiosity as I saw Princess Veronica, my cousin and the daughter of my father’s late brother, kissed the knight who accompanied me down to the garden. I took a step back as a sudden feeling of shame took over my body. I ran up the stairs on my bare feet and swiftly walked towards the hall where my father held his morning banquet. I knew Princess Veronica has been doing that since the death of her father 2 years ago when she just turned 18. She would sneak out at night and play with men and use them for what she desires. The men wou

a menacing voice growls, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I snarl as a filthy well-built man drops to the ground from a tree right in front of me. I feel the presence of four more wolves behind me, but I keep my focus on the naked man. He seems to be their leader, and from his build, I would guess he has Beta blood running through his veins. "You don't know how happy it makes me to find you alone, Princess," the rogue leader states as he leans his dirty body against the tree he dropped from.

BLOOD+ DANIELA GOMEZ The perfect doll. The counterpart and the puppet created as the perfect image and the alternate 'she' of the original Princess of Time and Space Dimension, Ai. The Vice-President of the popular paranormal club in the Royal Knights Academy, the Blood +. She is the only maiden of the family of Gomez after a thousand generation bloodline who bares the heavens blessing and the hell’s curse as an in-line family of Shaman, who protects the sacred temple of Deaths famously known as the Death Temple. She possesses the ability of a summoner can summon and call any mythical being from the other realm to be her vessel knight and the most powerful Shaman born after the last curse 10