Blood Reign Game Novels & Stories

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

While turning a human was done from biting on the wrist of the human. If the moon goddess approves of the mating mark, syncing can be done successfully. And if she doesn't approve of it, it would be just as a random wolf's bite. I drew my claws out, slitting my wrist open. I fed her my blood. The blood of an Original. The most sacred blood. I wasn't surprised when we actually synced, if anything at all, I was scared. Scared to be gifted a mate at this point of my life where the only thing I seeked for was revenge.

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

"The ancient bloodline is the only thing that can sever their link to the glacier!" I stepped out onto the slick riverbed, holding the Silver-Moon charter to my chest with one arm while raising my bleeding right hand into the storm. I tapped deep into the Reverse Claim bond, pulling on the raging furnace of Eldrick's Alpha energy and fusing it with the pure light of my own soul.

* * The Blood Reckoning has begun. War drums pound like thunder in the distance, vibrating in my bones. The rules are stated to everyone, both audience and participants. One by one, warriors step onto the stone platform, each one a storm of muscle and fury. Some walk away triumphant, bloodied but proud. Others are dragged off, unconscious or broken. Victory and defeat share the same bloodstained ground. And now… it’s my turn. “Emal Dravenang!” the herald's voice rings out.

Marcel pulls out a silver blade, pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger, then whips it across my abdomen. Payna’s scream rips through my ears. Marcel’s shouting can just barely be heard over him bellowing, “Brea! Now!” My back slaps hard against the dirt, and wind pushes through my chest until my lungs are completely empty. “Kate!” Riven is leaning over me, his hand settles on the gooey blood oozing from my wound. Damn it. Silver. My eyes flutter shut. - Riven Kate’s blood gushes between my fingers.

Everyone here has one or two people who want to kill them and whom they want to kill, which makes it more fun. A rule most people didn’t pay much attention to is that blood could be shed and lives could be lost. That is how the world operates. Being submissive to the person we protect could be hard for some Alphas who have never been in the situation of guarding someone. But in the case of Winny and me, this is just like another day, except she wasn’t much of herself. To make this even more interesting, I had invited Grace and Lena to the game. I needed Grace because I needed the old Winny back, and I also needed Lena to see that things aren’t going quite as planned.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"