Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

Alfred stood there in the middle of that forest staring at my face waiting for me to explain what revenge plan I was cooking and why so I came clean in front of told him my backstory including the fact about the gemstone which was responsible for everything that happened to my family. Alfred was suddenly very interested in my story suddenly he wanted me to live and take my revenge, he started to question about the stone and the story behind it, it was very evident he wanted the most powerful stone to exist on this earth, it would make him invincible if he has it but there was a twist the bloodline which inherited the stone on the full moon of the 100Th year would only be able to access it o

I fastened the heavy silver family crest collars around their necks, the cold metal clicking shut with finality. "Tonight," I said, circling them slowly, "we complete the Blood Throne Ascension Ritual. Your bloodlines, mine, Lydia's, and the fruit of our union in Raven will merge completely under my rule. You will prove who loves me more. The winner earns the honor of sitting at my right hand as we expand the empire. The loser... well, both of you will break beautifully regardless." Lydia's eyes shone with submissive hunger. "Yes, my brother... my King. I live for this."

Her hand was placed over her chest with fingers extended. She was kneeling and staring directly into the camera. It was titled "The Queen", and underneath it was a date: June 12th, 1587. I flipped the page and saw another poem by the same artist. "When you look upon her in the night, your eyes grow hot, and your cheeks redden, your blood thrills and your heart beats loud."

As the blood moon reached its zenith, casting the entire garden in vivid crimson, King Alaric raised his goblet. “To my daughter and her consort,” he declared, voice carrying across the garden. “To the new era of Valros — bound in shadow, bound in blood.” The guests cheered. Raven looked at Victoria — her wife — under the blood moon, and felt something settle deep in her chest. She was no longer running. She was no longer alone. She was home. And tonight, under the crimson sky, two princesses — the Necromantress and the Blood Princess — had begun their forever.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “The crown teaches not to reign—but to hold the weight of memory without collapsing.” “The blade learns to cut. But only those who’ve bled know where not to strike.” “I do not teach my son to lead. I teach him to live in the aftermath of power. That’s how you end a dynasty without building a tomb.” —Aria

" How could we lose to those great armies? How could we lose at all, who is this King that had killed my men like they were just kids? If failure is all I get from this society, I better retire and look another way for help. It's not just a big slap but also a big shame, not only to my crown, but also to this so-called society." The wizard was not happy, to an extend, he broke a put of fresh blood, a great sign of anger and brutality, " I will make sure no one born of woman can defeat us, again, though powers i am about to use will be so great that even the Kingdom will shake at it might and blood will flow like water. One I feel that even the royalty won't be able to spare." Queen spoke, "

In his ear, Evelyn’s voice rose — faint, distant, but real: “Lucien… blood is not a chain. It is memory. When the world forgets love, remember… I chose to stay, for you.” He closed his eyes. A drop of blood fell from his hand, becoming red light. For a moment, Valenfort seemed to hold its breath. Lucien spread his wings and launched into the night, leaving behind the blazing tower — the last symbol of the old world. From here, the Age of Blood began. An era where love, sin, and destiny merged — and where the Blood King began his journey to reclaim the lost soul, through endless blood and darkness.

Blood, blood everywhere. When he closed his eyes, a red haze spread beneath his eyelids, seeping into him, bringing poison. Blood. Wet and sticky. All over arms, clothes and armor. Mountains of corpses underfoot. And he, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, guilty of the death of each one. The Undead King! Since when had the ghosts of the past turned into nightmares chasing at his heels? Since when had he begun to care about the lives of those whose dead bodies he had stepped on to rise to greatness? To power and strength. To might, such as had never been seen on earth before.

At the new moon, they tried to attack Royal Blood’s castle. ~ But to no avail – they couldn’t beat even one of the pure bloods; for they were blessed by the moon with great power, immeasurable strength, extreme agility, and endurance, as well as the prodigious mind. They started the chaos, and every member of the rebel pack who tried to assassinate the Royal Bloods died that night. ~

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.