Reign Series Novels & Stories

Her voice ringed with such authority around the group that everyone ceased their murmuring immediately. "Twenty-eight years ago, the Father of the current king of Castallandi passed away. He had two sons, both were not of the age, to take over the kingdom. The then Queen had to step in. The recent loss of her husband and also trying to prevent a band of hungry wolves from taking over her sons' future, she governed with an iron fist. She ruled for around six to seven years, and mind you; the female Alpha's of Castallandi, are not the ones to be messed with. Most of us females are of the warrior class, considered to be the direct descendants of the line of the moon goddess."

princess" title with Alicia. - The birthday banquet was a grand affair. Everyone came to catch a glimpse of the Rodney family's long-lost second daughter. Dressed in a custom-made gown by Chester, Alicia played her role to perfection as the dazzling, untouchable heiress of the Rodney family. While pretending to help me change into my dress, she leaned in, eyes bright with smugness, and whispered in my ear, "So what if you're the biological daughter, Eliza? You're just the second child—barely relevant. I'm still the one Mom and Dad adore most. You want to play dirty little tricks? Eliza, you've got a long way to go."

“If I can’t kill her to get her powers... I’ll bind her to me. That way, her magic becomes mine either way.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, my lord.” I stepped toward the large window, looking out at the dark horizon. “You may have the earth’s favor, Saraphina,” I whispered. “But soon, you’ll have no choice but to fall into my hands. Because all my years of perfect plotting will not be in vain.” I deserve to rule. I deserve to be king. And that’s exactly what I would become—no matter how long it takes. I’ve spent years watching Lucian from the shadows, studying his every move. He might be the feared Lycan King, but I was smarter than him.

However, the white tiger tribe was no longer easy to defeat. The new tribe members did not want their newfound happiness to be destroyed, so they followed Sean into battles. I did not know much about war, but I had learned some tactics from books. Occasionally, I taught Sean some strategies over the winter. It was all theoretical to me, of course. Thankfully, Sean knew how to apply the strategies in reality. He tricked his enemies on the battlefield and won within a month. He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen.

Not completely. Not yet. Reign moved farther back into the courtyard’s shadows, steps silent, presence folding inward until he was indistinguishable from a member of the guard. Only Ash’s eyes followed him. Only Ash saw where he went. Only Ash knew why. And as the official Summit greeting ceremony began, as the entire ridge-city watched the royal family step into history, Reign slipped deeper into Graves Ridge—unseen, unheard, and wholly in control. The Summit had begun. And nothing would ever be the same.

Reign was standing there, a glass of amber liquid in his hand—probably Jordan’s private stock—and he was staring out the window at the darkening lawn. He was shirtless, his broad shoulders mapped with the tension of a man who had spent the day pacing a cage. His grey athletic shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of his pelvic muscles. He didn't turn around when I entered, but I saw his jaw lock. He didn't need to see me; he could smell the office on me. He could smell the cedarwood, the expensive toner, and the unmistakable, heavy scent of his father’s cologne.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

“How are you going to heal, when you keep irritating the bruise and your sprained ankle and knee?” It has been two weeks since Reign slipped and fell in the kitchen. Each time she was about to heal, she disobeyed William's order resulting in her being in bed longer. It was now the first week in December and William and Reign were still at each other’s throats, not as much thorough.

“Yes, I have. For a couple of years actually.” “What was your position?” “Well, I was an intern under her reign as a student to become a warrior in the realm.” “What did your studies include?” “Well, I had to delve a lot into history and information about the queen that would be needed to protect her. Such as her enemies, why people would be interested in coming after her, and things related to her that I would need to protect.” “Is this information you would be able to fill me in on?” “You are the Lord of the dragon realm so I would assume that I could disclose this information to you.”

Rengganis screamed watching her husband swung his sword once again. King Abra couldn’t hear his wife screaming, anger covered him. The man cut the lady’s neck. Rengganis fell defensless, a terrible sight of her mother’s head parted from her body. Blood spattered. Unable to resist the pulses, her body shivered looking at her mother’s head rolling o the floor. Abra smiled fleered full of victory. ‘Killing Leena means the throne is in my hand.’