Ff7 Rebirth Queen's Blood Tournament Novels & Stories

"Finish your revenge. And watch your son bleed out on the floor before I even hit the ground." My hand shook. The tremor traveled up my arm, rattling the stone in my shoulder. The Ear-Ringing tinnitus of my own failure reached a deafening crescendo. I was the Queen of Rebirth. I had liquidated packs. I had crushed economies. And now, I was held hostage by a dead woman’s heartbeat. The chain at my hip thrummed—a violent, white-hot resonance. Kael’s ghost-voice erupted in my skull, no longer a rattle, but a command line.

Especially with the prophecy hanging over me. That stupid prophecy has only brought me misery and discontent. How can I live knowing my entire family hates me? Knowing that I am linked to something that can cause destruction? So many emotions begin to bloom inside me that I even feel my throat go dry. "Ladies, it is with great pleasure that we begin the second test of the tournament for the future Luna Queen of our pack, the ShadowNight!” the elder declares with a reverent and firm voice. There is a round of applause at his announcement that lasts only a few seconds.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

Without thinking, she let her sword talk and decapitated his head. That was the first body she had decapitated in that fight. He wasn’t one for much violence, but she was going to let the blood flow and the heads roll in this case. “I am the Blood Queen,” she muttered to herself. “Wife of the most powerful being in all kingdoms. I am not weak. And I would prove myself to you today, that I am not a person you should take lightly.”

The world around me seemed to shift, colors bleeding together and sounds growing muffled. Gareth pulled back suddenly. His eye went wide. “What—” he started to say, but the words died in his throat. He was staring right through me. Not at me. Through me. I looked down at my hands. They were gone. Or rather, I knew they were still there, but I could barely see them. They looked like they were made of the clearest glass I’d ever seen. The crowd gasped, and the drums stopped. Gareth spun around, his eye darting frantically across the clearing. “My Queen!” he roared. “Where are you?”

It was the morning of the grand Pack Union gala, the exact day my life had started to spiral down into hell. I stared at the screen, my chest heaving as the truth began to sink in. I didn't know how this was possible, but as the pain of Cassian's knife slowly faded from my throat, a dark, suffocating rage took its place. The deep heartbreak that had shattered my soul in the woods hardened into a cold, lethal focus. If the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance, I wasn't going to spend it crying over the monster who slaughtered my unborn pup. I was going to make them bleed for every single drop of blood they spilled.

“When the veil thins and blood remembers what it once was.” He gulped!. “The materials.” The Queen smiled, thin and sharp. “Blood bound by betrayal. Ash from a First-Blood relic. Water drawn from the spring at its first stirring. And a living vessel strong enough to survive contact. Understanding struck to his brain immediately. He did not hesitate. “I will be the subject,” he offered. The Queen’s smile widened, predatory and pleased. “Of course you will.” He rose slowly. “If the ritual succeeds,” he pressed, “and the spring responds to us.”

“Then I will take her piece by piece.” The shadows hissed, flickering up the walls like greedy tongues. “And when I take what is mine, when her Guardian spirit is stripped from her body and bound to me, the world will remember that it was I who birthed a queen. And it will be me they bow to next.” The wind howled through the broken windows, and somewhere outside the ruin, the forest seemed to go silent—nature itself recoiling from what stirred within. The Queen moved to the center of her sanctum, where a pool of dark, rippling water shimmered with sickly hues of violet and red. Its surface quivered as her fingers hovered above it, blood magic coursing through her veins, burning hot with gree

Leo let out a huff as he ran a hand through his hair. “In order to become the Werewolf Queen, you’re going to have to slice your hand with the ceremonial dagger and let your blood drip into the pillar. It will then mix with my own to solidify our bond. Then, your hand joins with mine, mixing our blood and you will officially become part of the pack and Queen,” he said. “And the Vampire Queen?” I said, turning my attention to a now smirking Alistar. “You’re going to press your thumb against this box, and make your offering,” he said, “You’ll also have to drink my blood, as well as I’ll drink yours.”

I said, clutching the knot, my voice firm. The moment I finished weaving the token, that cold mechanical voice echoed in my mind again, delivering the final trial's objective: 【Final Stage Initiated: Bloodline Sacrifice】 【Task Requirement: At the final hour of the blood moon (end of Day 7), offer the heart's blood of your "family" who have been with you.】 【Reward for Completion: Immediate passage of the blood moon trial, qualification for rebirth, and a wish from the Moon Goddess.】 【Penalty for Failure: After the seventh day, your soul will be completely devoured by the blood moon, to never be reborn.】