Blood Reign Game Novels & Stories

Because if this works, everything changes. And Reign won't have a choice anymore.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

A ripple of shock ran through the room. “Two hundred thousand?” someone whispered. “Voluntary withdrawal equals automatic elimination plus penalties,” Owen repeated calmly. I glanced at Leo. His face had gone pale. Game duration. —Three months. —Weekly cycles. —Skill/Gaming challenges. Sports challenges. Physical challenges. Then every Friday. —Sensual role-playing (the game master would present the outfits needed and tools required). I swallowed hard. What ranks each player (doesn't have to be the main player and their partners, they can switch as the game goes on.)

The battle for gaming supremacy had begun, and only time would tell who'd reign supreme. The arena pulsed with tension as vampires clashed with the pack, their gaming skills on full display. The first match began: Blaze versus Viktor. Blaze's fingers danced across his controller, executing flawless combos. Viktor snarled, fangs bared, but Blaze remained focused. A perfectly timed counterattack sealed Viktor's fate. The crowd erupted as Blaze took the first win. Valoric's eyes narrowed. "Lucky strike." Sabine's gaze flicked to Viktor. "Recover, brother." The vampires regrouped, determination burning. My boys and I cheered for my mates and their fathers. this was far from over but we are doing

NEW TARGET: Designation [ADMIN]. TRIGGER: Manual Input Code [0-0-0]. Ren’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, the click-clack sound filling the room like gunfire. He was building a backdoor. If the Admin ever tried to lock them in—if the "Game Over" screen ever appeared in real life—Ren would type the code. And every drone, every robot, every soldier in the game would stop hunting the players... and start hunting the Game Master. "If you try to burn me," Ren whispered to the scrolling code, "I'm going to turn your own dogs against you."

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

"Yes, Headmistress!" “Good. Now, line up!” I was shocked when a vampire quickly approached the group but there were more lined up with Xenon. The woman in front was smiling at him but she remained emotionless. What's wrong with him? There is a small screen on the table of each line. There is also a red circle. You should press it and it will show who you are and what you are, I guess because that's what I see. Each member will look at that and give them a card with a color, I just don't know what the meaning of each color they gave.

Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny. The form became more vivid as the lifeless colours brought life in the painting. And then, like a gentle stroke of a fine paintbrush on the canvas, an obnoxiously metallic smell of blood wafted in my nostrils. Blood! The colours swirled and turned into something more vivid. I could see the form clearly now. I scrunched up my nose as the smell of fresh blood became more intense, almost unbearable. I walked to the figure through the blur and hollow, my instinct telling me to stop.

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.