WARNING!
This story may not be appropriate for all ages! Read at your own risk! (This chapter is not the worst part)
Clip. Clap. Clip. Clop. This pealed through the couch for two dead days.
Once the party rolled into the semi-circle they tramped out of the substitute abode that housed them for forty-eight hours, at least. One of the travelers, a well built, brown haired male, raised his arms up to stretch out his muscles that were sore from the journey.
The man and his companions strode into the glistening mansion. Servants greeted them and even pointed them to the dining hall, little to their knowledge though, these were not guest arriving late, they were the doom that they, the servants, unknowingly brought upon the gathered.
Soon the doors to the dining hall slammed open and the bloc flounced in. A man with a greying beard stood up to welcome the visitants, but his youngest son, Nel, beat him to it, “Welcome!” The twelve year old blurted as he shook their hands.
“Nel, sit down, please.” The man instructed the boy.
“But-!”
“Nel!” Nel’s father grouched.
With that the red haired, black eyed boy sat down.
“What are your names? Wait, let me guess,” Pointing to the blue eyed male, to the right of the brown haired man, he reckoned, “Jared.”
The blue eyed male shook his head no.
The older man's brows furrowed in a seemly tense manner, as if he was reminded of something for a brief moment, but he soon forgot it and carried on, “Okay, fine, um, you! You with the gold like hair! You must be… Rune!”
“Close.” The woman actually named Reyna said stifling teensy giggle.
“Hmm… Okay then. Now, that leaves you my dear fellow. You seem like a Stephen.”
The 29 year old smiled,”No, but I can assure you, you do know my name, your majesty.”
His royal highness stiffened,”I-I might need a refresher.”
“How about this, I’ll just do what I came here to do, sir.”
With that the king’s son stood up and passed his father and nodded to the group. Soon, the older man fell to the wooden floor with blood spewing out of his side. Multiple people shot up in confusion and panic.
“We should get this over with, Carson,” Nel whispered to the man apparently named Carson.
"Yes. We should..."
Four by four each of the sixteen that were left were soon rotting.
"Nighty night!" Said Nel to two, now very dead, young men, "Nighty night, big bros."
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Blood
FantasyBetrayal and death have shrouded this world ever since the king's death. With Carson Blyke and Nel Reon dictating the country, a young man who goes by Ray is searching for comrades in an attempt to take down these monsters for good. Cyrin Sault (pro...
