Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You do not have to speak. Your throat is injured from the blood and the medicine. Just rest.” He kissed my forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary, and when he spoke again his voice lowered further. “You scared me.” The confession startled me more than the kiss. Reign drew back only enough to look at me. “I have seen people bleed before. I have carried wounded men. I have had guns pointed at me often enough that danger no longer surprises me. But seeing you collapse in front of me while blood kept coming out of your mouth…” He swallowed, and I watched the movement in his throat. “For the first time in years, I did not know what to do except pray that you would keep brea

"Anyway, if the past King is still around then they would be the one to present the new Demon King to all of the families." I looked back down to the book to continue reading. The new soon-to-be crowned king would then step forward and slice his palm with a dagger belonging to the first King. He would then mix his blood into a bowl along with that of his brethren. He would then drink the blood which would create the bond which would link him to his people until the next king were to emerge or death. "What does it mean by 'bond'?" She pointed to the word.

A gigantic stone door that was painted gold with mini-statuettes of the ancient beast, the kirin and various symbolic carvings stood in their way. The travellers understood from Xiyu’s explanation of the mechanics behind the access door that only her blood was able to open the door. She believed that because she was a descendant of Muxue Yan, her blood was worthy enough. Dongyue felt his chest ache slightly upon seeing her bite hard on her finger to yield a few drops of blood, which she smeared on one of the mini-statuettes. This, she confirmed, was what was required to open the door.