Blood Reign Game Novels & Stories

Finally, she did, pressing her hand onto the chairs board ...... ........... She looks in my direction and laughed. "Okay javelin, let's play a game,". She said. I questioned myself before answering her. "Okay! What game,?" I said. Karan's sister walks forward, she stopped gazing directly into my eyes...... ....... I looked on both sides of the hall to see if either my parents were coming... Everywhere seems clear, as I Faced her again... "Dear! This game we are about to play, is called, who's going to be the bride,".... She announced. She takes out her hands and playfully rolled them around each other...

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

The heartbloom reacts, its glow flaring so bright it blinds me for a second. When my vision returns, Dax is staring at me. Not the corrupted half-laughing thing he became. Just him. “Aria,” he whispers. “Run.” And then the shadow surges back into him. His head snaps violently upward. He smiles, slow and hungry. “No,” he purrs. “No running.” The vines release their hold around the heartbloom’s pedestal with a snap, shifting, forming a perfect circle around the clearing. A fighting ring. A killing ring. The Game’s intention is clear.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

The air in the maintenance tunnels beneath the Cradle didn’t just smell like damp earth and electrical grease; it tasted like copper. It was the taste of a looming storm, the metallic tang that precedes a lightning strike. I knelt in the shadows of the primary junction, my back pressed against a cooling pipe that thrummed with a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat. My fingers were steady as I checked the action on my rifle, but my pulse was a different story. It was a jagged, frantic staccato that had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with the woman currently climbing through the guts of the building above me.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

Raya I pace around my room feeling energized after the time that I spent with Blade. I feel rejuvenated and desperate to release this pent up energy. I don’t know if it’s from the time I spent with him or the blood that he gave me to drink, but it makes me feel different. I’m almost disturbed by the amount of energy I have. I’m also disturbed by the amount of blood that I drank and wondering what is wrong with me. I know, I know I’m half vampire so surely these urges are considered normal. But… I feel off.

Titan agrees. “T, are we sure this is the only way?” Ariel asks, clinging to Adrian. “I want Odin and Rhea safe. But I also want all of you safe. I may be an Alpha blood but I'm not strong enough to fight with you. Are you sure this is the only way?” Titan and Iris look at each other. “Yes. We have to end the game. We have to make sure no more games are played,” Titan tells them. “So, everyone go tonight and hold those you love. Tomorrow, we battle to end all battles.”