Reign Of Blood Novelas e Histórias

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. ~

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 let him do his thing… and he overdid it. “Are you ready for a rematch, people?! Well, strap up your sandals because this is going to be tough and scrumptious!” He voiced dramatically. “On one end, we have the Champion of the Reigns, and on the other, we have… uh, Anika, the.. the Blood Reaper — get it? ‘Cause she reaped blood from Ciril’s belly yesterday? Haha.” “Okay, no… So, these two will be going head to head and they will battle until there is nothing but one winner left, who will stand triumphantly and be—”

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.

Laurel looked over at Raven who looked as though she was joking with Irene about it being a declaration of love for Laurel. “For today onward, the ban on blood acknowledgment shall be lifted.” Raven dropped her wine glass in the silence, staring silent and shocked, pale with amazement. Henry and Liam grew tense on either side of her. “The precedence of blood rights and dissolution shall be lifted and the records from my kingship to the first Raymond royal to the last shall always reflect the truth of the bonds of blood, whether common, noble or temple-bound.” The priestess who was in attendance seemed shocked as well, staring wide-eyed even as her eyes grew teary.

A cold silence spread across the battlefield. Even the wind seemed to stop. The King Without a Heart’s servant slowly raised one hand toward the crimson moon. “And now…” His eyes burned with quiet certainty. “…the Blood Eclipse can finally begin.” The crimson moon darkened. Not by clouds. But by a shadow that seemed to grow from within it. For the first time in centuries… The moon itself began to bleed.