Blood Reign Game Novels & Stories

“Augendae: Spirit Scan; Target: Bloodlust’ Bloodlust: A skill possessed by Vampire Royalty. This skill requires that a Vampire Royal consumes the blood of a pure member of another species. It gives the user power comparable to the strength contained in the blood consumed. However, it comes at a cost. Bloodlust robs the user of his or her sanity, making it a difficult skill to control. It should be noted this ability only works with those who have never been tainted by the fangs of a Dark Creature.

Blood spills freely, thick and dark. I drop to my knees, spreading the blood across the runes on the floor. The scent fills the chamber — heavy, metallic, ancient. My voice comes out low, rough. “By the ties of blood, by the claim of fire, by the will of the Moon that saw our union — she is mine.” The runes ignite. Crimson light floods the room, swallowing the shadows. I feel the power surge, slamming into my chest. It hurts — gods, it hurts — but I keep going.

Being the most powerful ever born did not matter; and feeding on the blood of the same kind, not to mention of his own father, did not matter. He was back on the floor, spasming again. Their words became louder, and the male screamed as Reign grasped his mind. In a split second, he was forced to release his mind. Black blood streamed down the male’s nostrils. Unable to wipe it off, he, alongside his ‘Lady’, screamed the last word of their spell with finality.

He stumbled back against me, his left arm hanging completely limp, a deep, terrifying river of dark crimson pouring from the jagged exit wound, soaking through his skin and dripping heavily onto the floor. "I'm fine," he ground out through a clenched jaw, his face turning an ashen, deathly pale color within seconds. "Keep moving. There are more of them downstairs." The sound of heavy, tactical boots echoed from the main entrance. They were hunting us. They were tracking the blood. I grabbed Malakai around his waist, supporting his massive weight as we scrambled down the dark corridor. Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

“Come on, you don’t expect me to give away information on a Vampire for free now do you?” I made a sound of disgust “What do you want?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. A calculated look crossed his face “Your blood would be sufficient enough payment.” Before I could say anything, Duke immediately stepped forward, his stance protective. “Absolutely not.” Caesar raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t speaking to you, Beta.” “As far as your request requires spilling my Alphas blood, you were.” He all but growled and I held up a hand to stop him. He stepped back instantly.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

“Three: Respect the neutral grounds—especially the halls of the Redwood Pack. Any fighting or use of powers outside the designated zones will be punished “Four: Teams will compete for points. At the end, one house will win. But individual performance will also be rewarded. “Lastly: Honor the Games. Honor your house. And remember…eyes are watching from every realm. Good luck.” Another resounding clap followed his speech and he returned to his seat. Asshole. The third person rose up. A male. He stood before the podium. “To compete in the Wolfville Blood Games is an honor. But to win… is destiny. The champions will receive: A direct promotion to Alpha rank, regardless of origin, blood, or title

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

“Do you?” He set his drink down, stepping closer, closing the space between us deliberately. “You know I do.” I exhaled, the tension thick between us now, undeniable, charged. “So what happens when the game shifts?” Leonardo reached forward, tracing his fingers slowly along my wrist. “Then we stop pretending it’s still a game.” The moment stretched, every breath, every movement deliberate. And this time? Neither of us pulled away. With Alessandro agreeing to negotiations, Florence was poised for alignment.