Reign Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

“Here are the drafts for the coronation ceremony. The council’s already sending in their representatives to oversee it.” I took the folder, flipping it open. The words blurred together in neat, ceremonial handwriting, lists of rituals, oaths, and processions. There was even a section labeled Blessing by Blood, a ritual requiring both Kael and me to seal our reign with a shared offering before the goddess’s flame. “Blood magic,” I murmured, my throat tightening. “They still cling to it.” Storm’s expression darkened. “Old habits die hard. The council claims it's a tradition.”

Especially not the part where this someone was the last living heir to the royal sea bloodline. If there's one thing I’ve learned from my past mistakes, it’s that the sea folk grow bold whenever they sense royal blood still flows. Since the trident lit up again, whispers of rebellion have grown louder. Some factions have stopped paying their tribute. Others outright ignore my rule. I had thought killing the King and Queen would be enough. I believed I could reign over all sea creatures unchallenged. But I was wrong. The throne does not accept a usurper when royal blood still lives. The trident, once mine to command, rejected me. And now, without the dark magic to bind my subjects’ wills, my

I was baffled and I started to read what was written on the pages that were marked with my picture. There will be a time, centuries away from now. My bloodline will end and my people will be facing demise and an extreme state of adversity. Only then my bravest son will find his mate and continue my legacy. The night of the blood moon that will fall after the series of many lunar eclipses, will be the night when he will claim his mate and rise above the peasants. Humanity will fall apart and new world order will begin.

She could barely breathe, trapped in the tightness of her collar, but she knew she had to remain still. Above, the sacred Mirror stood—a towering monolith of silver and glass, said to reflect the soul of the chosen. Tonight, it would reveal who would bear the Blood-Moon Mark. The crimson eclipse began as a sliver in the sky, but it grew rapidly, swallowing the moon whole, casting a blood-red hue over the cathedral. Sera’s heart raced as she felt the weight of history pressing on her shoulders. She swallowed her terror, pressing her hands together in silent prayer, but it felt hollow. There was no salvation here. Only duty. Only fate.

“No.” “Well, the Blood Eclipse is a period in Lunaria where the moon becomes completely red. Wolves lose their powers and are weakened tenfold. During this time, warlocks and other things seize their chance to attack.” “How come I’ve never heard of it?” I wonder out aloud. “I’m pretty sure it’s never happened before since I was born.”

He was viscous. Blood sucking like my matexhad referred to him as well. "Reign, you can go to him now." Axel told Reign. They all stood abay to wade off any impending danger including danger that could be Ghost. Seeing the blood around they had to be sure that Ghost was in check before approaching me even if I seemed to be losing blood. I laid still and helpless in surrender but when Reign touched me Ghost reacted. He grabbed her and rolled us over that she shrieked and screamed in fear.

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

I assumed this included physically, and I wondered if I could stand her presence when next I saw her. However, it was hard to believe that when we first fought Chadwick, she was with my curse because she looked so calm, and always, she coordinated herself. I don’t know if I was coordinating myself enough. Maybe, her throne, also called the throne of blood, the blood throne, or the blood seat had something to do with this. You see, that throne was a powerful tool of its own. While the power of Eleanor could be used against the blood sea, rumours had it nothing could rival the power of the blood throne.

Instead, she shifted slightly in her chair, her dark obsidian eyes gleaming with cold resolve. "You will not speak to me in that tone, William, do not forget I am your mother." William exhaled sharply, his eyes closing as he struggled to control his rising temper. "Do you think I am some pawn you can sacrifice for your ambitions?" he said bitterly. "Open your eyes, Mother. Now is not the time for you to rebel against the crown. Ragaleon has five wives, each from a kingdom so powerful. To rebel against him is to rebel against his wife. Are you so blind that you cannot see that we will be digging a pit for ourselves?