Blood Reign Game Novels & Stories

Challenge Reign I don’t think so. Damien grinned. I, Alpha King Damien Ayres Hunt, challenge Luther Garan for the title of Vampire King and for the right, which I already have, to mate Alpha Queen Reign Dyanera Rose Raven Black HUNT. Damien stressed our last name. What?! NO! I am not some piece of property you can fight over! I shouted. Babygirl, it’s not like that, you know that... Damien tried to soothe me. ...there is no way that I’m losing you. He whispered. Awe, so sweet. Steven, my father dearest, said with such sarcasm. Until the outcome of the challenge, Queen Reign stays with her true mate. Grampa Ryan stated.

He replied, “They deserve it after they offended Lucifer.” He sighed: “Such a freak!” Snow harbored resentment after downgrading and almost losing all our equipment. Finally, she called her friends to blow off steam. Snow, Dessert, Smile, and Flower whimpered in the virtual room on the computer while complaining to their friends and even the onlookers. Therefore, an uninformed masses were deceived into fighting. So, all of a sudden, the Wind Praying Platform was covered in blood, with bodies lying on the ground. “Kingdom” was skillful at making the scene come true. For example, when one was killed in the game, his blood would infiltrate into the beach and flow into the sea, dyeing its water

“I disabled two last night. Maybe I’ll find more tonight.” The room seemed to hold its breath. The air thickened, stretched thin like glass about to crack. His expression didn’t change, but something dangerous coiled in his stillness. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice was low, steady, the kind of quiet that demanded attention. “Every time you disable one, I’ll replace it. And every time you test me, Isabella…” His gaze pinned me in place, blue eyes sharp enough to cut through bone. “You’ll learn what happens to people who play games in my house.”

"That's not how…" "Tell them the Alpha King's mate is recovering. Tell them the child of prophecy is asleep at her feet. Tell them the declaration was not completed and Voss is in custody and Japheth is dead and Lysandra is dead and every single thing they were afraid of was handled tonight by the woman in this room who they wanted to banish six months ago." I hold his gaze. "And then tell them to go to bed." Reece is quiet for a moment. "They'll want to discuss the Moonblood lineage," he says. "The implications for the throne. For the pack hierarchy. For —"

“Phenomenal one she is. This kind of rare power; a none of its kind ability actually. There must be a reason. I can finally see why you are so obsessed with her.” Rhain, “Obsessed?! Yeah if that’s what you want to call it. But I need blood. This little won’t do.” Euphenia, “I’ll get you some in some time.” She then went out and made a call and after a while, a sedan car approached the cottage. Euphenia went out and came back with a freezer box. She put it in front of Rhain and opened it tossing a blood bag towards him. Rhain sucked onto it immediately, drinking voraciously. After two or three blood bags he calmed down and seemingly regained his lost energy. By the time Euphenia looked around

The blood god must have a sense of humour. And perhaps Asmodeus knows, because as far as we know, and judging by reports I’ve compelled out of the vampire guards leaving the hotel, he hasn’t fed from Simone yet. He’s playing some kind of game, or, more likely, he wants to use her in some way to hold on to his power. Something, some new kind of instinct that showed up a day or so ago, tells me that my bride’s blood is the key to this battle. When I reach the third floor of the hotel, I slip into a locked room, take a quick look around to make sure that I’m alone, and shift back to my human form, stretching out my limbs and cracking my neck.

Not splashing. Not spilling. Moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Like something alive. My breath catches sharply in my throat as the thin streak of dried crimson begins to lift from the stone surface, peeling upward in a smooth ribbon that coils through the air like silk caught in an invisible current. “What..” I whisper. Leviath does not look at the blood. He looks at me. “This,” he says calmly, “is Blood Dominion.” The ribbon of blood twists gently between his fingers, suspended effortlessly, responding to the smallest flick of his wrist as though it obeys instinct rather than command.

Only if it wasn't for Braelyn, she could have been the successor of the throne. The more she thought like this, the more chaotic and random her fighting was. She continued to throw punches, kicks, and slaps at Braelyn as if doing that would get the true blood out of Braelyn. A wicked thought suddenly flashed in her mind. Once she wins over Braelyn, she'll drain all of Braelyn's blood. Before she was interested in the blood because of the throne but now that she had felt how powerful the blood made one. Soon Braelyn's clothes were filled with tears and there was blood on her skin. Braelyn shook her head and clutched her chest heavily. Normally, she wasn't that weak but there was a deep pain t

For each win, there was a kickback: tiny shards of code exploding outward like shrapnel, flashes of color, and sound that made my teeth buzz. Corvin moved with the pulses, absorbing the worst of the backlash. His palm, still pressed against CONSENT, bled now—dark fluid dripping from between his fingers and evaporating into code before it could hit anything solid. The hand on his sword was slick with it, grip unshaken. He was half-system, half-man, and right now, all of that was being used to keep the Game’s counterattacks from ripping us apart.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]