The Blood Kingdom. The palace gates... Calhoun loved his father. He did. But he couldn't understand the undying feeling he had to bury the man alive. After their discussion the other day about him getting a bride, his father wasted no time helping him prepare for his journey. Before Calhoun could even speak, his loads were packed, he was dressed, and finally sent out of the palace. One would wonder why he didn't do anything through the whole tirade. His father knew him very well, already expecting him to react that way, and so he brought the only thing he knew he couldn't react to. His Mother. The poor woman was already crying her eyes out, going on and on about finally having a daughter-in-law and becoming a grandmother. Calhoun didn't know how to react. He hasn't even seen his bride, but his parents had already started giving their future grandchildren names. But all these weren't the worst of it all. It was the procession that his father arranged. The whole Ki
The stranger Elena and Forest brought back had been sleeping since they carried him into the restaurant. He did not open his eyes all through the period when they took care of him. His breathing was rapid at some point, coming out in harsh puffs, causing Elena to become worried. Mac helped to remove the man's attire and dressed him in more comfortable clothes. When he was done, Elena took over from Forest and began to wipe off the man's sweat. His breathing eventually became normal, and Elena sighed in relief. The man slept for a long time, and they all surmised that his body required the much-needed rest. So they went about their daily duties as the man slept. Later in the evening, as they were preparing for the public banquet, the man woke up. Forest was the first to find out as he was in his room searching for what to wear. When the strange man woke up, Forest jumped in alarm when he called out to him. Finally recognizing who was talking, Forest reached out to the man and
The Kingdom of Pres. The Border forest... The silent crunching of grass could be heard in the still darkness cloaked the forest. The sounds of the creatures living in it seemed extra eerie that day, almost like a haunting omen, warning of something bad that was about to happen. Plodding steps could be heard running across the wet grass, heading towards the border dividing the kingdom from its neighbor, The Kingdom of Neba. There was a purpose to the sprint, a harshness that couldn't be overlooked. The people running were not normal citizens. They had a purpose, and a huge disaster was doomed to happen if they were not fast enough. The Kingdom of Neba. At the Palace Gates... The King had appeared. The immediate hush prompted by his presence caused Elena to look up at him in awe. Her grandfather was the one who had appeared. He was the only person she knew could silence a crowd just by his mere existence; even her father could never achieve that feat. She c
Previously, on the Blood king's Bride... Naomi: Hello everyone! Welcome to the deleted scenes aspect of this book. We are going to show you some scenes that were cut off during the writing of this book. Audience: *cheers* Calhoun: ... Elena : *smiles awkwardly* Calhoun's father: *claps hands* Yay!! But don't they call it, you know bloopers? Naomi: they do actually. Calhoun's father: so why don't you call it that? Naomi: *gives a fake smile* Because, this is a book. Calhoun: *looks at Naomi strangely* Naomi: *Fidgets* What? Calhoun's father: *whispers* You also get the creeps when talking with him don't you? *Shivers* Naomi: *nods head* Wazir: He is just like that because you are going to show, you know, that last scene. Elena: what last scene? Calhoun: *glares harshly at Wazir* Wazir: What? She would still see it. Calhoun: *g
Outskirts of the Blood kingdom. The Wastelands... The harsh sun shone brightly on the dry atmosphere, the sands were baked hot, and there was no water in sight. Dead trees could be found in various areas of the never-ending desert, along with carcasses of dead animals. A smoky stench surrounded the atmosphere, and a dense fog could be seen further into the desert. Calhoun, along with his two-man guards, trotted slowly into the wasteland. They had consumed almost half of the food and water they brought along with them, and it eventually became a scarce commodity they didn't dare use anyhow. He cursed his father again for making him go on this stressful journey, wondering how he would help his guards as he was the only one capable of surviving the deserts. The guards put up a blank face, but Calhoun knew that they were barely keeping it together. Unlike him, who, thanks to the power he was born with, could survive the harshness of the boiling sun, his guards weren'
Calhoun and his guard, along with Firoza, made it to where his second guard stood, waiting for them with their horses. The horses neighed upon recognizing their masters, and Calhoun couldn't help but brush his horse's mane, petting it. His first guard stood beside him while Firoza was hiding at his back. She was still scared, as expressed by how she was hugging herself together as if expecting the dead man to attack her again. Calhoun jumped on his horse and nudged it to a slow canter. "You," he said to the first guard. "She goes with you." The guard nodded his head, and without waiting for Firoza to understand what was happening, he carried her and hoisted her on his horse. She screamed in fear until she realized what he was doing. Calhoun turned to look at them nonchalantly. Seeing that they were all well accommodated, he left them to their own devices and nudged his horse to a gallop. His two guards, with Firoza, rode behind him. They all left that place i
The dark lonely night carried with it a sense of mysteriousness. The loud silence was just another one of the unique traits of the forest that embraced the earlier feeling wholeheartedly, walking hand in hand with it. Despite the lack of wind, the leaves still moved in a rhythm familiar to them. The air was chilly, but Calhoun and his guards had gotten used to it. Firoza was huddled between two thick blankets lent over to her by the guards. She lay down asleep as the men all stayed awake, keeping alert. Calhoun thought about his father. He wondered what the man would do if he were to find himself in his situation. An unknown person had the power to lay with ease destruction on an entire city, and they didn't know his agenda; if he was going to be a friend or a foe. Calhoun sighed. One thing about him was that he despised thinking too much about things. Once he saw an opening in any situation he found himself in, he struck it immediately. At least then, he knew what he was fi
Damianos jumped at Calhoun. Calhoun dodged him and swiped at him with his sword. The being dodged and slid back before jumping to attack Calhoun again. They kept on with their exchange of blows, sword versus claws. The clanging of their hits was very loud; it almost drowned out the people screaming. Calhoun made his attack again, which the being stopped with his claws. "Boy, you really should just give up. What's wrong with giving me a woman you barely even know?" Calhoun did not pay any attention to him. He dragged his sword out of his hold and fought back again, giving out strike upon strike. They all kept being blocked by Damianos, who in turn was making his attack on Calhoun. The screams of Calhoun's guards and Firoza were starting to get to him. If their noise didn't stop, he was afraid he would hurt them instead. He struck the being who expertly dodged the attack, then suddenly paused, preparing himself for his next move. "What happened, young man, getting
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Two months later...It was finally the D-day for Elena and Calhoun's wedding. It has been two months since the warriors and soldiers of the Blood kingdom and the Kingdom of Neba all returned to their kingdoms, respectively. When Elena and her husband arrived back in the Kingdom, the people shouted in joy, chanting cheers of victory. Elena felt overwhelmed by the praise. She wasn't used to that many people liking her. The past king and queen of Neba welcomed her with open arms. They had heard about what had taken place on the field, and they were extremely proud. A vigil was held for the warriors who had lost their lives in battle, and a monument with their names on it was erected in their favor. Families of the late warriors were taken under the care of the Royal family. Once they finally had some private time to themselves, Calhoun didn't waste any more time and immediately started to ravish her. He missed her; immensely. As he held her tightly in his arms, he poured
Elena slowly opened her eyes, trying to get her surroundings. She tried to move, but the pains that racked her body caused her to wince, advising her to remain in the position she was in.“Elena? Elena, it’s me.” A voice said to her. She tried to move her head, but it was impossible. She could only stare straight at the tent ceiling. Noticing her dilemma, the voice owner bent to look properly at her. Elena started crying once she saw the face; the tears came out slowly before they poured down like a flood.“Calhoun!” Elena said, her voice hoarse.“Yes, Darling. It’s me.” He answered. He had also teared up; the joy surrounding his heart was encompassing. “I thought... I thought you were gone.”“You stupid girl.” Calhoun said, gently removing a tendril of hair from her face. “That isn’t enough to kill me. I am the blood king remember? I might not have been as strong as Firoza, but that doesn’t mean I can’t protect myself from attacks. I have powers too.”Ele
The war field was engulfed in silence. Then the screaming began. All the people who had their sense of control ripped from them fell to the ground, holding their heads in their hands and screaming their lungs out. It was like a repeat of what had happened in the kingdom of Pres, Wazir thought. Whoever had been controlling them had been killed, and from the look of things, the person had to be Slovic, the huge monster. Wazir wished to be closer to the main battle, but he knew that he was safer inside the barrier. The people there needed someone they could look up to as their main leaders fought. He looked towards the main fighting ground again and hoped that his niece was fine.Elena was panting heavily after killing the monster. The naked body of the man who she had just killed lay on the bloodied ground, his face still in shock even after death. Slowly, Elena rose from the ground as her husband rushed to support her."Are you alright?" he asked, his face drenched
She slammed into Slovic hard, sending him flying several feet away, but she didn't cease in her assault. She was adamant about putting an end to him. His blood, his death, was the only thing that drew her attention. Firoza, she assumed, would attack her if she began to beat up her ally. On the other hand, the woman merely stayed standing, her head cocked. Her face had a thoughtful expression on it.Calhoun stood behind her, ready to intervene if she had any thoughts of retaliating against them. He was anxious about his wife, but he noticed that she had a resolute expression on her face. She wouldn't stop until Slovic was dealt with. She had no choice except to kill him herself.She needed to demonstrate her worth.Calhoun was aware of the situation. He knew that ending Slovic would be a minor inconvenience for him. In reality, he was tempted to do so because of the man's previous treatment of his wife. But he kept his cool and let his wife handle things.Slovic was perpl
"No!" Elena exclaimed, collapsing on her knees next to her father. With shaking hands, she tried to stop his bleeding. It proved futile as his blood gushed out the more. Her father groaned, every part of his body in severe pain. He looked at his daughter—the daughter he had wronged for years. She had become a woman now, and she was beautiful, just like her mom. However, she carried the majority of her attributes from her maternal grandmother. She was crying over him, and he wanted nothing but to wipe her tears away. She shouldn't worry about him. She was never at fault; he was. He could finally meet his love and tell her about their daughter. He wished he could have spent more time with her. Fate had other plans, it seemed. It was better for him that he died at her hand. He didn't think he would be able to survive if he killed his daughter. He had lost so much already, all for his greed for power. "Don't die," he heard her whisper repeatedly. He wished he could honour her wi
Silence and dread permeated the air. A reddish black smoke rose from the air to the darkened sky, and everyone's view was on it. Elena paused her strike on Slovic to look up at the sky. Calhoun was already facing the encounter with a deep scowl on his face. "What is going on here?" the shrill voice questioned. "Why am I seeing more people than expected?" The smoky cloud surrounding the voice's owner dissipated to reveal Firoza in a black armour gown, her flowing black hair kept loose. She looked around the battlefield with an evil smile, beaming at the soldiers."Not what I had been expecting." Slowly, she made her descent to the ground, several feet from where Elena, Calhoun, and Slovic were. The latter, who was almost unconscious, but was still smiling, called out in a frail voice."Niece, you are finally around. What took you so long?" Firoza turned around to face him and smiled once she saw Calhoun. "Calhoun!" she called out, her expression changing imm
Elena's world shattered into pieces. Everything she had ever believed, everything that she had thought was true, her whole world was built on lies."Oh, I see that my story touched you. That's good. Well it's too bad though, I'll not be able to hear your take on it. You have to die."Elena lay there, not aware of her surroundings anymore. Even after Slovic struck her, causing her to fly several meters away, she still didn't care. Her whole world had just been turned upside down. She landed with a heavy thud against the corpses of soldiers who had been killed. Something in her must-have ruptured because she started choking out blood. Her head was bleeding, the blood flowing to her face and blocking her eyesight. She tried getting up, but she couldn't move her limbs. She planted her elbows steady on the ground, trying to balance herself, yet they gave out, causing her to lie back down. Slovic appeared before her, tsking. "You are not as strong as I thought you were." He said