Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

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.

"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.

And standing in the middle of that collapse, my clothes drenched in blood that did not belong to me, I realised something I had refused to believe only minutes earlier. Whatever had come for the Reigns… …we had catastrophically underestimated it.

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.

Apparently Isabella tried to fight them off but the rogue mage that was helping had somehow disabled Isabella's magic and the hunters were abled to drive a stake through her heart. By the time Alessandro had gotten back the hunters had cleared out, and the only thing Alessandro had left of Isabella was a pile of ash. He had when on a hiatus from the meetings for a couple of years trying to get over the death of his beloved. His family was able to get him to not succumb to the Blood thirst power and massacre humans. As it is high treason to lay waste on entire cities as it would draw the hunters attention. Belle remembered Isabella, she was the nicest Ancient she had ever met. She would alway

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.