Novel & Cerita Blake Reign

I asked as he sat calmly in front of me. "You are clueless" he sighed,” listen rose, I'm here to tell you that you have to be prepared for tomorrow as you have been told in your blackouts you have to be ready to fight." "Fight who? I don't want to be a part of what you people are doing here please just let me go."

Rhodes stood behind me, gingerly washing my back. “You know, this is the best thing that’s happened in my life. But it does complicate things,” he said. “It does.” “The Reckoning is just under two weeks away and for some reason,” he said teasingly, poking my side, “the stakes seem much higher now.”

"What?" Dr. Reeves took a slow, careful step closer, his face looking utterly sincere and filled with worry. "Blake is in catastrophic trouble, Wren. His family has cut him off entirely due to massive legal battles, and he is completely broke, desperate, and dangerous. A desperate man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous entity in the world." He paused, letting out a heavy, tired breath. "I have been secretly funding Blake out of my own personal trust for weeks. I am giving him enough money to keep him financially afloat... on one absolute, unbreakable condition." "What condition?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Even though I could hear the reluctance in his voice, I knew he had no other choice but to head back. But then, it seems like the guards were in for it as they would have to shoulder Alpha Kyle's anger. But then, I could care less about it, that was none of my business. After some time, their footsteps disappeared into the forest and I was sure they had headed back. "I think I heard the roar from here!" "Yeah, I think so!" "But wait, who's hiding behind that stone!" "It must be either a or a rogue, let's capture the person, the pack lacks maids anyway, bedsides the Alpha might praise us for it!"

Tabitha yelled, dropping the dagger and placing her hands out in defense. I watched the dagger fall to the floor, it had an obsidian blade with silver and black runes that ran through the center, I looked up and eyed this woman, her demeanor didn't change but the frightened look seemed genuine. "Why did you have a dagger behind your back, were you not planning on murdering me?" She wrenched her fingers open and closed again, still holding them up in defence. "I know that's what it looked like, but finding out that you were a magic user too, I–."

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

"Blake Industries just released a statement." My stomach dropped and Hardin's eyes locked on mine as the voice continued. "They're suing Harper Lane for assault and defamation. Connor Blake is holding a press conference right now."

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

The two clashed with fists, their movements sharp and relentless. Watching the fight from the corner of his eye, the old man’s fury began to cool, replaced by something more calculated. “Miss Luna, you brought a fighter, I see. But you? You’re even more surprising.” Briella tightened her grip on the gun, her finger twitching on the trigger. “What’s your history with Chairman Blake?” She knew Mr. Blake wasn’t the monster they claimed he was. Something had happened to him—something terrible. Why else would he plan everything as if he were marching toward death?

“No idea. Whenever he crawls out from wherever he’s lurking right now, he’ll come sit at this table too.” My eyebrows raise. “He’s an alpha?” Blake looks strong, but he isn’t big and muscular like Ethan or the other males sitting at this table. His accent also indicates he doesn’t originate from the Northlands. “There’s been some debate over the matter,” says Ethan, his voice low. “The last person who questioned it hasn’t been seen for a while.” He nods at the entrance to the hall. “Ah. There he is.” Blake stands in the doorway. Like earlier, he’s dressed in dark breeches rather than a kilt, and wears a black shirt that is perfectly fitted to his hard chest and torso. His hair is dark, and a