Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

"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.

Seraphine gasped in horror. "Alaric discovered the body himself later that night with Daven's scent all over her. He saw red and attacked Daven. Their fight was brutal. In the end, our father buried the incident but Daven and Alaric couldn't stand being in the same room with each other again. Daven's behaviour never changed and a few years later, no one was surprised when our father chose Alaric as the crown Prince. Alaric was the strongest, nicest and most compassionate person I have ever met, he knew about my background but he still treated my like his blood brother. Daven was displeased when Alaric became the king, he had always had his eyes on the throne. He challenged our father's choic

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.

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—”

She assured, placing a soft kiss on her sweaty forehead. "What is.... what...." Vaelora trailed off, breathing roughly as tears brimmed up her eyes. "....is happening to me?" Hearing that question, Rebekah thought of the only logical reason why this was happening. She could already hear the gradual rising of chaos within the royal House. The night of Blood Moon had begun. Almost immediately, Zayn burst in, his face contouring in a frown when he saw Vaelora writhing in pain.