Blake Reign Novels & Stories

Holly still couldn’t believe it, she didn’t even make it 24 hours before she was outed. “He is hot, like hot hot, his name is Joel, he is a little bit older than me and he has a really good career. but I am not saying anything more than that because I don’t want you to figure it out, when I tell him about the baby, and yes, I will tell him, he might not want to be involved and if that’s the case, I don’t want Lincoln or Dad charging after him.” Maggie knew what they were like. They would insist on defending her honour.

Dev said. “This is Blake. I have known him for a while along with his Brother Liam, Liam’s mate Bailey and Blakes mate Nora. Liam is currently in the infirmary in a coma after being poisoned.” I said pointing to Blake. “He used to be a Gamma himself along with his brother.” “You look familiar. What pack did you come from before going rogue?” Luna Jazzlyn asked slowly walking up to him. “Umm.” He said look scared. “Please don’t think poorly of us. We are not like them.” He said pleading with Jazzlyn.

Blake Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

I looked past Jerick, toward the lights of his pack house, the home that had held my sister captive. "I am Alpha Davon of the Red Moon Pack," I declared, my voice now loud enough for every wolf in the courtyard to hear. "By the power of the four bloodlines and the Goddess, I declare that the Blue Moon Pack has committed a crime against the rightful heir. Effective immediately, you will be stripped of all alliances, all trade, and all claim to your border territories by the Red, Purple, Black, and Green Moons." I pointed at Jerick, whose entire body was shaking. "You are now an outcast. Your pack is finished."

BLAKE’S P.O.V Running a rebellion is exhausting. There is so much that goes into it that I never knew about. I had to be in two places at once without letting both lives overlap. Jamal helped to keep things quiet and keep the men from acting too early and ruining our plans. We still hadn’t found a way to get Gregory alone, he was strong and he was paranoid and that seemed to be the only thing keeping him alive. He changed his guards every few hours in case of an attack and he didn’t follow a regular schedule.

“I did not betray you. They captured me, too. I promise you. I did not lead them to you.” “Then why do you stand there, ready to fight me?” Caitlin called back. “I’ve been forced into this stadium,” he yelled back. “But I will not fight you. As I told them before.” Blake walked out to the center of the stadium, faced Kyle and the judges, and threw down his shield, helmet, and sword. “I will NOT fight her!” he screamed back at them. The crowd booed in disapproval. Caitlin was shocked at this turn of events. Was it just another trick? Was he just waiting to deceive her again? Or had she been wrong all along about him? Had he been faithful to her all this time? Now, she was not so sure.

Trying to chew without tasting the divine wonder that Prairie Rose and the boys created was like trying to survive without breathing. “What happened at the meeting?” Blake asked again, and this time, it was a useful distraction. “I restored order,” he said gruffly between bites. He wasn’t going to go slow and savor it. That would admit that he liked things like strawberries and whipped cream and fucking dough more than he should. “Banished Alexander, but he was long gone. The blow didn’t kill him. Hopefully we’ll never hear from him again, but I suspect a scorned wolf like him will be on the path for vengeance.”

she pleaded, her prayers etched with urgency and faith. Having emerged victorious in their confrontation, Jake succeeded in incapacitating Blake, ruthlessly twisting his right arm until it dislocated. Blake, now at Jake's mercy, was forcibly taken to the same cabin where Lily and Anne had once been imprisoned. The tables had turned, and Blake found himself shackled, his freedom stripped away. Jake's face contorted into a triumphant grin as he relinquished his captive to the menacing figures of Glenn and Liza, leaving Blake at their mercy. However, Blake's spirit remained unbroken, a resolute determination burning in his eyes. He vowed to find Lily, swearing to himself that he would never all

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.