Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears. "What? What did you suspect?" I quickly demanded. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Ordinary true-blood vampires are strong because they are born that way, but the royal ones are far beyond the estimated strength. Though, there are just a few of the royal families left in the ancient world. Their bloodlines are believed to be inherited from the original creator of the vampire race. That explains why you were awakened earlier, why you have characteristics of a real vampire even though you're just half-blood. Now everything falls into place."

They were covered in blood. Lucian sat slumped on the throne, eyes burnt out. “No… no.” This wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do this. I fell to the ground, shivering. “This is your future, Saraphina. You can’t control your powers. Let me in, and I’ll teach you.” I screamed, and fear erupted from my hands. Uncontrollably. I’d never made a flame that big it terrified me. You are the monster, Saraphina. You are the monster. And all this blood is going to be on your hands.

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

A bullet to each of their heads had ended their lives and Agron had lost his shit. He’d left the house at eight pm and returned at three am. He’d been soaked in blood and Sihana could still remember the look in his eyes. It had been pure madness that had stayed with him for days afterwards. “It is done, Sihana. They are all dead and now we own their territory,” Agron said. She shivered in the back seat of the SUV and took a deep breath. ‘Please let my husband be a good man,’ she prayed to herself. She’d never been abused, her parents had been loving and caring and losing them had been the hardest thing to accept.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

"Why do not we begin, folks? I think it is time for the main event." Ambrosius pulls out a beautifully crafted dagger before cutting his palm then gently taking my hand. The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Ambrosius' gorgeous amber eyes. "ISLA!! THEY ARE COMING!!!" Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

There was something about how he said it, but then ruined the aura with his next words. “We are being attacked by werewolf females.” I blinked, then I laughed hard. Not because it was funny, but because it sounded insane. “That’s your revelation?” My father didn’t react. “The females attacking the Reigns were once Arena Bloods.” He continued and my amusement disappeared immediately. “They fought. They survived. And somewhere along the way, something unexpected happened and they became something the Kingdom could no longer control. And now they have returned to repay terror to the Reigns.” He muttered and I felt an uncomfortable feeling grow in my chest.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.