Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin. "Her song shall call, her fangs shall bite, Her claws shall rule both day and night.One mate of shadow, one mate of flame, Both will battle, both will claim." Her eyes darted to Damien, then to Felix. Both men stiffened, their jaws clenched as if the words were shackles binding them to a fate neither had chosen. "The world shall fracture, kin turn foe, Through salt and blood the rivers flow. The storm will break, the earth will shake,

While Reagan was focused so intently on Haden, Lanna squeezed my arm, "The Luna ceremony, do you know the customs?' she whispered discretely, with urgency in her tone. I nodded, though my eyes were still glued to Haden and Reagan. Reagan looked ready to attack, but held back, seeming to struggle to control his violent urges. "Nightfall," he spat, "were a mistake. A filthy, disgusting mistake, that continues to pollute the royal bloodline.. MY BLOODLINE!" He stared unblinkingly at Haden, sitting l appearing consumed by both rage and madness. "But we will fix that," he continued, with a gleefully insane kind of laugh, "Oh, we will fix that so beautifully, won't we, my darling little sister?" H

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

"How..did you know my name? Who are you?" Reagan smiled coldly and looked up. "I am Reagan king. Lycan king to you!" Aurelia shivered as she felt a trace of his aura. She felt like prostrating before him. His powers were suppressing her bloodline. She had never felt this way before despite being a latent wolf. Her powerful bloodline had always ensured her safety even before Alphas. Reagan had converged his aura previously. She looked up in fear, Reagan king. The merciless demon who deals with traitors and enemies harshly. Who fought and killed one thousand soldiers alone when he was ambushed. The legend. He's definitely not a kind man, why save her?

“A blood moon is a kingmaker. An indicator that the moon goddess herself blesses the new ruler and their lineage. A blood moon has appeared for nearly every regime change within the last five thousand years.” “Nearly?” Sutton questioned. “Three times a new bloodline took the throne without a blood moon,” Soloman continued. “One didn’t last more than a generation. The other was one of the most turbulent times of our history. It was four generations of infighting, corruption, natural disasters, famine. You name it. The third… well, that was when your family came to power.” “I see,” Sutton said. “You said made it sound like my family basically won the crown by default. And since there was no bl

The portcullis crashes down, its iron teeth sinking deep into frozen ground, sealing off pursuit with the weight of metal, magic and absolute determination. The snow around me is red where my Wolfguard have been, but it is not their blood staining the white. It's the blood of the allies my children brought with them rebels and witches and probably a few unfortunate guards who chose the wrong side at the wrong moment. The metallic scent of it mingles with the cold air, creating a perfume of violence and loss that makes the curse purr with satisfaction.

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

“But you, on the other hand, are the first woman in the History of the Reignile Monarchical Succession pattern to sit on that Black and Scarlet Throne and lead the people without having a King beside her. And that’s what makes you better than the others.” Woah. “I’m really the first?“ I said, really puzzled by her revelation. “Yes. And you would know this if you had been taking your Bibliotheca studies seriously.” My mum said and I sensed a bit of scolding on the way. But then she let it go and continued speaking. “During your Reign, we have had the highest amount of Rogue rebellion activity than all other Alpha king's reigns combined.” “Really?” “Yes.” “W-Why?” I asked, confused.

"How dare you?" "Forgive me. It was a mistake," he pleaded. "I didn't know what I was doing." No excuse could appease her anger. She was furious, and that was all that mattered. Whether he meant it or not, he had committed the act. "From this moment, Darius King, you shall have no control over your beast on a day like this. On the day of the Blood Moon, you shall die by your own claws. They shall pierce your chest and burst your heart. The next Blood Moon shall be your last."

Crown Prince Rogeus has been following the orders of King Regor since he passed adulthood, and those missions could always make him wake up in the middle of the night with fear, guilt and resignation. The screams of the innocents that died in his hands with the orders of his royal father still echoes in his ears from time to time. And most of them came from the massacre that happened to the Blood Wolves clan. After all, as the crown prince of the Artemia Kingdom, Rogeus grew up knowing the existence of the Blood Wolves clan, and he would always stroll and play around the blessed land when he was still a child. The guilt almost broke his sanity, and Crown Prince Rogeus regretted bringing back