Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

Did you really think a simple hug and a tearful apology could erase the blood-pact? That ancient magic is etched into the very foundation of this archive. It is bound to your life force. Every breath you take, every spell you cast, is monitored by the seals of this hall. If you attempt to defy me—or if my mastermages choose to twist the runes—that blood-pact will turn inward and crush your heart into dust." ​Laura’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second, but she refused to cower. She stepped forward, her dual-toned eyes flaring with defiant brilliance. "The only dust in this room will be yours, Cassian. We are done running from your chains."

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

At the crimson and gold, the beautiful, terrible marriage of opposites. "Or," I said, "they're trying to start a war. If the Academy believes the Saintess is using blood magic, or that the villainess has corrupted holy ground, the factions will tear each other apart before the Blood Moon rises." "And the real killer," Riven said from the doorway, where he had watched in silence, "will sit back and watch the feast." I touched the stone. The reagent had cooled, but the residue burned against my fingertips, a dual sensation of ice and fire.

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

Every single one. “She hid you,” I whisper to the empty room. “She fucking hid you.” I picture Helena. Pregnant. Scared. Trusting the wrong people. And then dying while they took her baby away. I let out a roar. Pure rage. No confusion anymore. “That thing,” I say aloud. “That child.” There is no version of this where the child is innocent. That blood carries war. It carries defiance. It carries unfinished business. And then it hits me. Hard.

“You do not have to speak. Your throat is injured from the blood and the medicine. Just rest.” He kissed my forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary, and when he spoke again his voice lowered further. “You scared me.” The confession startled me more than the kiss. Reign drew back only enough to look at me. “I have seen people bleed before. I have carried wounded men. I have had guns pointed at me often enough that danger no longer surprises me. But seeing you collapse in front of me while blood kept coming out of your mouth…” He swallowed, and I watched the movement in his throat. “For the first time in years, I did not know what to do except pray that you would keep brea

Luckily, Lumiére was the sole surviving high blood vampire, granting him control over this power. Most vampires were unaware of Reagan's Ability to summon invisibility, as he was a rare half blood. His mother possessed royal blood and belonged to the esteemed high blood lineage, while his father, the Lord of the North, held the status of a middle blood vampire. Swiftly, Reagan moved towards the entrance of the temple, climbing the stairs with remarkable agility. The downside to using his invisibility was that it drained his energy faster than any other abilities that he possessed. As Reagan continued his stealthy progress, he could feel his bones growing weaker, a consequence of his invisibl