Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

Before I could process anything that was happening, I watched as Reign dropped to one knee, bowing his head deeply. “Rise, my son.” He nodded and stood, pulling me against him again. “Thank you, goddess.” His voice was so smooth that it reminded me of his sheets, silky and warm. Her glowing eyes moved between us, and something about the way she looked at me made me snap out of the trance Reign’s skin had put me under, and suddenly, I realized she was about to tell us something that would change the trajectory of… well… everything. “The blood spilled at the eastern border tonight was not an act of war.” Reign's shoulders stiffened. My stomach flipped thinking of the goblin who had been sacrif

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. I think he’ll find it threatening that someone else can be so powerful.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

I wasn't a prince anymore; I was a regular common soldier under her unified command, and I was going to pay the debt of my lineage even if it meant tearing my own soul apart. I forced my trembling legs into a desperate sprint, bypassing Alpha Silas’s warriors before they could grab my doublet. I didn't look for a key, and I didn't reach for magic. I threw the full weight of my human frame straight into the dark crimson alchemical fire of the magical perimeter. The restriction runes violently short-circuited the moment my Bloodmoon royal blood hit the field. The barrier only recognizes the blood of the challenger, the challenged, and the sovereign who holds the original covenant.

If reinforcements didn't arrive soon, a total wipeout was just a matter of time. The scene was completely under Bloodthirsty's control. Benjamin, the guild leader of Bloodthirsty, smiled triumphantly, mocking the helpless lambs. "Daring to oppose Bloodthirsty, this is the outcome. Consider this a small lesson for your insignificant guild. Kill them all, leave none!" Benjamin showed no mercy, ordering a complete slaughter. His subordinates were ruthless, swinging their weapons at the Moon Shadow guild sisters. Seeing the battle with no suspense, Benjamin smirked.

Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear. Where the sun never shines, his terror prospers. From every corner of the southern lands, his reign earns him his rightful family name, Shatterblood. But that is not what he is now. His reign of death and blood can’t be seen on this unique and momentous occasion. For he has his very firstborn son.

I was shocked to the core; I ran my fingers through my hair and went up to change for the baby home coming party. I stood under the hot water of the shower and the flashes of my teary mate kept coming to mind, I was the one that started all this, I should have just been honest with her; why was I so afraid that she would not accept the monster I had become. I got out and put on my white shirt, not putting my buttons up all the way and navy blue suit pants; I looked in the mirror and my eyes were red from crying in the shower, I combed my hair into a pompadour and put on some cologne; tonight I would make Athena fall in love with me again and I will claim her. She is mine and mine only; I wil

The ink was faded, but the words were still clear. King Malrek the Bloodied. Reign: 70 years ago to 10 years ago. Known for: The Great Burning, the Trial of the Innocents, the Reaping Wars. “This is the Lycan King’s father,” Aurora said. “Malrek. He ruled before the current king. And from what I’ve read, he was worse than anything we’ve seen so far.”

I pushed our bleeding appendages together, our blood mingling, and muttered the ancient incantation while we bled on the charm I placed on the floor. The words were so old that I didn’t understand them. Oberon made me recite them a hundred times over before he gave me the charm I needed. The blood spell doesn’t just tie me to Thrax. It gives me mastery over him as long as I hang on to the charm. Donovan shoved Eli to the floor, and I repeated the spell, my brother and I bleeding onto the same rose quartz. I can feel them in my blood. It’s like thousands of fire ants running through my veins. The fae king warned me that it would hurt the whole time, and only the strongest creatures can keep t

The fabric shimmered with hues of deep crimson and silver, a nod to the united packs they now ruled over as one. An artist worked meticulously, his brush capturing every detail of the royal pair as they posed for their first King’s Book portrait. This one would mark the beginning of their reign, a symbol of the new era that had dawned with the merging of Malakai and Amani’s packs into the Kingdom of Bloodmoon.