Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

“Rogues don’t have that kind of power. Do they?” “Not unless…” the seer hesitated. “Unless a bloodmage is involved.” My jaw tightened. Bloodmages hadn’t been seen in the kingdoms for years. They were powerful wolves, mostly males, blessed by the moon goddess with a sacred blood that'd make anyone strong. Upon their death only. “Get out,” I snapped at the seer, running my fingers through my hair. Rosanne couldn't be with a bloodmage. The seer didn’t need to be told twice before bolting out of the room.

Shadow, Spyder or Spencer are the only non-blood or unmated males who are allowed to carry Reign when I’m not around or other male family isn’t around. When we got to the door of my office, Reign just stood there. I don’t know if I can do this. She whispered. They were never there for me when I needed them and now out of nowhere, they show up! She whisper-yelled. Before I could console her, the door opened and I was looking at a spitting image of my mate, if she was a male. Reign’s eyes widened and she started shaking her head. No, no, no, no! She yelled. Who are you?! She said pressing herself against me. Shadow, Spyder and Spencer positioned themselves to protect their Queen.

It was blood. "No!" He shrieked in horror. Reign was bleeding and that was not a good sign. "What's happening?" Reign asked, frightened, but he didn't tell her what he had seen. "I can feel a liquid trickling down my thighs…" "It's nothing baby, come here." He was panicking as he scooped her into his arms and carried her bridal style. His entire body was trembling. There were so many thoughts running through his mind. Reign had lost the baby.

It’s a three-day-long orgy of blood, sex, and death. I’m never allowed to attend the festival, but Baron will share my rare blood with his fellow vampire rulers on the last night of the festival. I know exactly when they’ve had my blood. They go into an absolute frenzy. When that happens, the sound of sex and the smell of blood permeate through the mansion, reaching even my gilded cage.

"I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere." As the transformation took him, Kaelen let out a long, soulful howl that echoed through the Vane-Corp spire—a declaration to Sovereign, and the world, that the blood was still sovereign, and it had found its match in the tech.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

“Oh, but you are. You are the reason I must finish what they tried to bury. You are my blood.” Blood? I blinked. “What...?” “We share the same blood,” she said again. “And you will help me take revenge. You will finish what I started.” The heat from my mark radiated all the way through my chest. My knees trembled. I didn’t understand any of this. “I—I don’t even know what that means,” I stammered. “You will.” She reached toward me, and I flinched. “No!” I jerked back, shaking my head. “You’re insane!”

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”

Before the wedding began, Rosien Valmont, the vampire prince, chained me to the blood altar. A dagger carved with a blood curse was pressed against my heart. "Give Bertha your blood one more time and I'll honor the blood pact. Otherwise the wedding is off." Rosien and I had loved each other for 200 years. He swore in front of the whole clan that he would make me his princess. Then, three years ago, everything changed when he brought Bertha Bell, a dying human, home. Whenever her illness flared, Rosien cut open my chest to draw my blood. On every full moon, pain ripped through my body as though my flesh were being torn apart. Bertha Bell lay pale in his arms. "Rosien, let it go! Katherine has