Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

My head is spinning, the world tilting around me, but I say, “I'm not done.” Killian’s eyes flick to my shoulder, then meets mine. “How are you still standing?” It's then I remember I'm losing blood. The blood spilling from my shoulder makes my limbs heavy, and my vision flickers. I can feel the cold creeping in, and I stagger backwards. My back slams against the wall, and I slide down to the ground, my body too weak to hold me up. My consciousness slips in and out as I fight to stay awake. I look up at Killian. He's just standing there, watching me.

he got off me and grabbed a robe on the hanger behind the couch, tying it around his waist, he walked towards the door without another word. Without looking back at me, he added, "I want you out of here by the time I return. You can use the guest chambers your sister abandoned." And with that he was gone. I laid there for a while, a mixture of his seed and my fluid flowing out of me. "What have I gotten myself into?", Alpha Daven may be a little hard to control, but I am prepared to do anything to get back the throne that was rightfully mine. I got up and put on my dress, ignoring the guilt that gnawed at me. I had just condemned my own sister to her death. ---------' Meanwhile, at the Bloo

Then, before I can react, he reaches for my wrist. "Do it," he orders, his voice steady, commanding. I don’t move at first. My heart pounds so loudly it drowns out the world around me. The dagger feels impossibly heavy as I wrap my fingers around the hilt. My reflection gleams in its blade—a girl forced into a fate she never chose. I press the tip against my palm. The sting barely registers over the suffocating weight in my chest. Blood wells, dark crimson pooling into my palm. Alderon takes my bleeding hand in his, pressing it against his own.

I angrily sink my canines into his neck and he bleeds violently as I rupture a vein and in no time, he is dead. I lounge at one who is trying to tackle one of my guards down and give him a big and intense bite on his hind limb, I only get more furious when I taste his blood on my tongue, my eyes actually turn red as I get in his body and give him numerous scratches in the face. I howl in anger the moment he becomes still beneath me. Suddenly, Reign comes to my mind and without warning, I rush into the corridor leading to her bedroom. She can’t shapeshift and she could get killed by a rogue.

Blade stands up and says, “I’ll see if there’s anything else I can discover with her.” I murmur, “Thank you.” He walks out of the office and I groan as the door shuts behind him. I need to speak to our father over this new addition and I’m not sure how well that will go over. Our father, Julian Ambrose, is very… old school. He worked hard in keeping our blood line pure to guarantee the best and most powerful vampires. He thinks that’s the way everyone should do. He’s not going to be happy about a half-blood staying here. Especially because I think she has potential.

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

Dark blood splattered the blade and the battle ground, and I noticed flames were firing high in the sky. I felt many emotions all at once, anger; that Celeste didn't listen, appreciating that we had a distraction, hurt that I have to kill all these people simply because of one man, and lust for blood to see all over the battlefield. A blade was swung at the neck of Gravyer but I guarded him with my own, metal against metal made a shing sound as it sheathed across the enemies and straight into his under armor and chains. The blade dropped from his hands as he fell forward and impaling himself with my blade, and more blood streamed, I pulled my sword out of his chest throwing the man lifeless

Her voice a foreign sound on her lips. His arms tighten around her. “The blood on the fabric smelled really strong, Charlotte which is very unusual if it indeed is from the day your mother entered the human land. The smell should have faded by now if she were any ordinary wolf. I smelled the same scent on the fabric too. If it was someone else’s blood, then I wouldn’t have smelled the same scent on that piece of dress too. The smell…” he trails and she sees him gulp, “The smell is strong. During that time, it was a common practice for the courtiers of the Royal court to swear a blood oath with the royals. The Blood oath not only prevented them from betraying the King and the Queen but it als

No one had witnessed such a phenomenon in centuries, and even the oldest members of the court looked as though they had stepped into a forgotten legend. High Priestess Selene slowly approached the throne, her gaze never leaving the crown. “This has never happened during my lifetime,” she said quietly. “According to the oldest records, the Blood Crown awakens only when it chooses to judge someone worthy of the throne. It cannot be commanded, and it cannot be deceived.” Master Orion nodded in agreement. “The crown was forged long before the Night Empire itself. Every king has worn it, but only a handful have ever seen it awaken. If it has chosen to judge Lady Nyx, then refusing the trial is no

He spat the last word like it was poison. My blood ran cold. Did he know? No, he couldn’t. I’d been careful. “What are you talking about?” He puffed, exhaling slowly. “Don’t play dumb. You’re my heir. The Volkov name rests on you. But lately? You’re sloppy. Missing details in reports. Showing up late to meets. If it’s a whore distracting you, handle it. Cut them loose.” Anger flared hot in my chest. “It’s not—”