Blake Reign Novels & Stories

Each exhale sounded like the last, and still she smiled. That smile shattered him. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he pressed down on the gaping wound in her abdomen. “Don’t you dare give me that farewell smile like this is the end. This is not how your story ends, Raven.” She didn’t respond. “RAVEN!” A growl tore from his throat. He was Alexander Blake, CEO, power broker, feared and respected across nations, but right now, he was just a man losing someone he couldn’t afford to lose.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I didn’t question it, I just took a deep breath and ignored the pain as I spoke the words needed to reject both him and the pack. “I, Brooklyn Blakley, renounce Lunar Eclipse as my pack.” I felt the bond to the pack break and I felt as if a weight was lifted from me. “I, Brooklyn Blakley, accept the rejection of Chad Kershaw, future Alpha of Lunar Eclipse, as my mate.” I finished.

Bellona reasoned and then turned to look at Antonio with a questioning gaze. Antonio sighed before explaining. "Yes I am a rogue. But I'm not." "How?" Bellona raised her brow at him. "When I got missing, the man who found me was a rogue so when he died, technically I had to take over his place as the leader of the rogues." He explained. "Oh" Bellona said. "Let's have lunch together to celebrate our reunion" Mrs Johnson said and they happily obliged. They went to the already set dining room where they ate and chatted about things.

Joel asks him. "I'm Blake, the alpha of the Blood Fangs. We are the most ruthless pack in the country. I know what you did to my sister and her pack, so I'm going to make you suffer for that. Before you die, I'll let you watch me rape your mate so you know my dick is the last thing she ever feels." He looks toward Mia and blows her a kiss before laughing. I can feel the rage in Joel, but he keeps his cool.

I remember it being a point of contention between him and his parents when they refused, telling him he needed to wait until he was older, but then he started targeting his siblings, stretching those developing powers on his own, and Sarah and Sydney had no choice. Blake is… incredibly powerful. He’s the only person in the entire world who would be able to match me, power for power. One day, he’ll be king of Crescent Falls while I rule Eastonia. If those kingdoms ever go to war against each other… it will be because of us. We’ve never gotten along. Ever. “I haven’t seen anything because I haven’t looked.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to glimpse my cousin dead on the ocean floor, being ea

“What if it is a distraction?” “Then the second team is already covering the rear.” A single figure stepped out of the van. Male. Average height. Hands raised. Shawn’s voice followed. “Facial recognition is running. Wait… it is Blake. The one from the farmhouse.” Irina’s breath caught. “He was there when Xander…” “I know.” Blake stopped in the open. “I want to talk to the king. Alone. I have information on Vale and Xander’s next move.” I answered through the external speaker. “You talk from exactly where you stand. Hands visible.”

Diana inquired. “NO! I promised to be a better king than my father. I won’t go against the custom, no matter how small it is, just for my personal benefit. Plus, Blake has become so stubborn and challenging. I am going to prove to him that I am still his father!” Braxton snapped, walking out on his wife. ****

a voice drawled behind me, rich and smooth, “I expected you to be taller.” I turned. Silas Reign strolled toward me like he owned the skyline. He wore a deep charcoal blazer over a silk-black shirt, unbuttoned just enough to toe the line between bold and obscene. His hair was slicked back, his shoes polished to a knife-sharp shine. He extended a hand, smile sliding into place like it had been rehearsed. “Damian Blackwood. In the flesh.” “Silas Reign,” I returned, shaking his hand. His grip was firm. Confident. No rings. No hesitation.

Blake stands tall at the wooden podium. His dark eyes scan the room, passing the bright chandeliers, and stop directly at Table 1—on my father, my mother, and me. "Tonight was advertised as a celebration of hope," Blake begins into the microphone. His deep voice echoes through the silent ballroom, clear and chillingly calm. "It was advertised as a night to raise money for innocent children. But before we open our wallets, we must talk about the truth. We must talk about what happens when privileged people commit terrible acts and hide behind their names."