Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

He knew this was my reckoning. Driven by a desperate, dying pride, Reign tried to strike one last time. But the window of my vulnerability had closed years ago. Maddox and the pack warriors moved with the lethal precision of a closing trap, their silver-laced presence forcing him into a tight circle of containment. I stood at the center of the storm, my claws extended and fire licking the edges of my fingertips like tame spirits. Reign’s gaze darted between me and Roman. The arrogance was gone, replaced by a fear that was thin, sharp, and unmistakably jagged. For the first time, he was looking at his daughter and seeing his demise.

“But this is our world now. It’s a new era and you should be more than honored to not only witness it but also rule.” “I want no part of whatever… this is.” “But you’re here and you are to rule,” he said as he extended a hand to me like a lover. “Tonight is special, my queen. Because the blood moon only rises once every few years in my kingdom. It signifies renewal. It’s a time of renewal of power and of sacrifice to be made.” I didn’t move. Didn’t say anything. He didn’t blink. “You manual freely tonight,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. “Because you’re my chosen, bit with freedom comes great responsibilities. Which means you have to make the offering.”

The skies above the crescent-shaped kingdom darkened unnaturally, casting a silvery red hue across the land. It was the Blood Moon—a phenomenon that happened once every fifty years, said to awaken dormant powers and unravel fates bound by the spirits of the old. To the wolves, it was sacred. To the Alpha King, it was an omen. And to Aurora... it was a nightmare blooming into reality. Inside the palace’s stone-clad war chamber, King Lucien stood before his advisors, jaw tight, hands clasped behind him. Every window bore the haunting glare of the blood moon, its crimson light painting the ancient maps and scrolls spread across the table.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

The moon bleeds red over Hollowshade tonight, its crimson light seeping through the stained glass windows of my throne room like spilled wine. I can taste the shift in the air bitter, metallic, carrying the scent of approaching storm and the copper tang of violence yet to come. It's like the moment before a blade is drawn, when the world holds its breath and waits for the first drop of blood to fall.

And from blood, prophecy, and ash… A new reign was newly begun.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

He was viscous. Blood sucking like my matexhad referred to him as well. "Reign, you can go to him now." Axel told Reign. They all stood abay to wade off any impending danger including danger that could be Ghost. Seeing the blood around they had to be sure that Ghost was in check before approaching me even if I seemed to be losing blood. I laid still and helpless in surrender but when Reign touched me Ghost reacted. He grabbed her and rolled us over that she shrieked and screamed in fear.