Emissary of Blood: A Fantasy Short Story: Fantasy Trilogy Books, #4.7

By Connor Whiteley

A Diplomatic Mission. A Lust for Blood. A Cult to Kill them all.

I always serve my Empress. I love my country. 

When a mission goes wrong, all seems lost. Can I survive and stop the threat? Or will I lose everything to the Bloody Hand?

If you love gripping, page turning fantasy short stories. You need to buy this book.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jun 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201237196

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

EMISSARY OF BLOOD

The last of my Guard slammed the immense black iron door behind us as we gracefully marched into the meeting chamber. 

I rolled my eyes in disgust. 

It was typical of the Emissary of Sanguis to be late. 

I suppose it gave me a chance to get the layout of the chamber in case I needed to escape. 

A small smile flashed on my face as I remembered the crazy situations I got myself into during my military service. 

Thankfully, I was rather adept at escape. 

With a flick of my smooth white-gloved hands, I ordered my Guard to stand firmly at the edges of the circular chamber. 

Their thick metal armoured boots echoed around the chamber as they stomped over to their position. 

Additionally, their pitch-black armour provided a chilling contrast against the blood-red walls with their stone carvings of life-size skulls of laughing horned humans. 

More chills ran down my spine. 

Stepping forward, my white armoured boots chipped the golden marble floor slightly. Whilst I made my way over to the giant black granite table in front. 

It looked beautiful and shiny, so I ran my long fingers across it. 

The cold smooth stone felt pleasant. 

Then I shot them back. 

Two of my fingers were sliced deep. 

Red blood flowing out from them. 

Then they healed. 

Looking at the table, I saw my blood was gone. 

My eyebrows rose. 

A part of me wanting to shout or find the nearest Sanguisian and get answers. Yet I am an Ambassador for the mighty nation of Insenguard. My Country could burn Sanguis with a single thought,