Blake Reign Novels & Stories

“It’s not necessary. Your stepfather will be with me. He is handing the reigns to Blake.” What? What the fuck? Blake is a hockey player. He has the Stanley Cup to chase not be presiding over the pack right now. He does of course do his fair share of the Alpha duties. Which to be honest don’t take up much of his time since the pack runs itself for the most part, but now with this damn rogue situation, everything is off kilter and doesn’t feel safe.

Grace, King Damien’s mother, asked, admiring the four little ones hugging each other. Reign smiled. “Mom, this is Alpha Blaze Asher SilverMoon and Luna Storm Lylah Hawk SilverMoon.” Reign introduced. “And these handsome males are Rebel Baltar and Ryder Ezra Hawk SilverMoon, and this little beauty is their daughter, River Tundra Hawk SilverMoon.”

I grit out. "Austin Blake. He is twenty and a valet of the club," the security guy says and I clench my fists together. "Does it look like I fucking care who he is or how old he is? I want him now. Let our men start searching, he shouldn't be far considering he is a wanted man now," I explain. "Yes, Boss," Reaper says stepping out with Alex to make a few calls. ***

Every time Blake fought with Robert, it seemed that Blake was forcibly suppressed, but if one looked closely, he was actually getting stronger. He was becoming more and more influential in the Ferguson Group Take Shengtang Technology for example. If he succeeded in getting hold of it, he would win the Ferguson Group's support. Blake's eyes flickered, neither acknowledging nor denying it. He took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "She is Winson's mother. I have no plans to change it."

I wonder if he even cared about my mom or my six other siblings he left behind to carry on his shame. "I think my Raven is about to cry." Blake's breath was fanning across my neck and making my insides set on fire. His fingers twirled my silky black hair and I loved the small touches he gave me. "I'm fine, Blake. Please, leave me be." "Leave you be? Is that any way to speak to your Alpha? I think your family disrespected mine enough." Blake spoke with anger. He turned 18 last month and officially became our Pack's leader.

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."

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!"

Despite Karl's rich combat experience and the wealth of divine techniques he possessed as a reincarnated royal paragon, the chasm between a level one paragon and a level four paragon proved to be too insurmountable. Within the meteorite belt, Blake's visage darkened upon hearing Severin's words. As the young master of one of Eastplain's eight aristocratic families, Blake felt an indignant fury at the audacity of a mere level three paragon. Not even the sacred disciples of the sacred lands would dare to act that way toward him. As he tightened his grip on the black-glowing broadsword, he sneered at Severin and vowed, "Very well! You'll soon know the consequences of offending my family!"

she said. He smirked. “I thought about it. We were alone, but I got distracted by your charms.” Lexi was about to throw up in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she fucked this guy. He was a murderer and criminally insane. “You weren’t really a virgin, were you?” “Oh, no. I was,” Blake said with sincerity. “Even after I became disenchanted with the church, I didn’t take a woman. I didn’t really feel comfortable until you came along.”

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–."