Reign Of Blood Novelas e Histórias

​He was the one gasping for air, the one shackled by biological necessity, while she was the one harboring the ancient energy that everyone in the Five Houses craved. ​He wouldn't go to her—not yet. ​He needed to ensure his own composure. ​If he approached her while he was this vulnerable, the power dynamic would tip entirely in her favor, and he wasn't sure if his pride could withstand that shift. ​He stood up, his legs trembling, and walked to the wall. ​He placed a hand against the cold stone, listening to the muffled sounds of the manor. ​He was the Lord of the Blood Pact, the master of the shadows, yet for the first time, he realized that he was playing a game of chess where he had alre

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.

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

Being the most powerful ever born did not matter; and feeding on the blood of the same kind, not to mention of his own father, did not matter. He was back on the floor, spasming again. Their words became louder, and the male screamed as Reign grasped his mind. In a split second, he was forced to release his mind. Black blood streamed down the male’s nostrils. Unable to wipe it off, he, alongside his ‘Lady’, screamed the last word of their spell with finality.