Reign: The Book Novels & Stories

In the ancient high-halls of the Northlands, the Vaughn Circle began finalizing the rites for my homecoming. "I shall return to the Vaughn Estates ahead of the pack to oversee the sanctification of the Great-Hall," Eva declared, her amber eyes glowing with purpose. "Sierra is the True Heiress; her arrival must be marked with the finest furs, the swiftest forest-runners, and tribute worthy of her blood." They prepared sprawling territories and artifacts of power to celebrate my return. Meanwhile, back at the Steele residence, I felt a sharp chill and sneezed. Was a rival pack whispering my name to the winds?

“But you, on the other hand, are the first woman in the History of the Reignile Monarchical Succession pattern to sit on that Black and Scarlet Throne and lead the people without having a King beside her. And that’s what makes you better than the others.” Woah. “I’m really the first?“ I said, really puzzled by her revelation. “Yes. And you would know this if you had been taking your Bibliotheca studies seriously.” My mum said and I sensed a bit of scolding on the way. But then she let it go and continued speaking. “During your Reign, we have had the highest amount of Rogue rebellion activity than all other Alpha king's reigns combined.” “Really?” “Yes.” “W-Why?” I asked, confused.

Reign Babygirl, please stop pacing, remember what Ebbie said. D said wrapping his arms around me and I slowly relaxed. Come into my office. He gently guided me in and helped me sit. Spencer, ask Ana to bring some juice and snacks, have Ebbie close by. He ordered. Yes, majesty. And he rushed out the door. Shadow and Spyder did what they did best, they were hiding in a dark corner waiting and watching over their Queen. Your majesty, the stranger greeted, my name is Deklyn Black. I am Reign’s father. He extended his hand. Damien took his hand… Mr. Black…I am Alpha King Damien Ayres Hunt. I am Alpha Queen Reign Dyanera Rose Ryven Hunt’s mate and husband. He proudly stated with his arm around my

Only a fool would fail to understand that Reign was not merely wealthy. I had suspected it before, of course. A normal man did not buy women from auctions, carry guns with terrifying ease, command tattooed men, and own an island where people bowed to him. But hearing pieces of his world spoken aloud in a ballroom full of chandeliers made the truth feel colder. Reign’s elegance was not a disguise for danger. It was danger dressed well.

“Should I’ll be seeing your sin right now, or would you end it just like this and open the door for me to have the pearl?” Asked immediately as she boldly did so, and all to Reina’s amusement and fondness of her and more. She smiles as she scans the book with the now completed and perfect image of the characters that she needed to know, watch over, and guarded after she went through all the nine circles of hell. Reina once more snaps her fingers that somewhat commanded the book to close and lock itself from anyone, as she cunningly smiles, telling and asking the words.

They were so luscious, the bottom a bit fuller than the top, just waiting for me to… My thoughts were interrupted when she spoke. “Sure,” she breathed, her eyes returning to the covers. “I don’t think I have much, but… be my guest.” The words were absent, her mind already lost in the pages. I smiled with a chuckle as she opened the first book, *Reigé’s Reign*. I couldn’t resist it, and Eon trying to claw forward to take her then and there didn’t help. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then winked. “Sit tight, little lady. I’ll cook you a meal to make you moan.”

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

A quiet ripple moved through the courtyard. He stood 6'5"—he and Luca were the same height, as was their father, Ash, who was 6’4”. Reign had jet black hair like his father's. It fell in thick waves around his temples, and ice-blue eyes sharp enough to silence a crowded room. His presence didn’t shout. It didn’t posture. It simply existed with quiet dominance, the kind that came not from ego but from certainty. Luca followed.

It’s about what happens when an ordinary girl is thrust into extraordinary circumstances, and how every choice she makes will shape not only her own future, but perhaps the fate of the entire kingdom. This is the first book in the Reign Evermore series, and while it begins with hope, wonder, and the sparkle of something new, I promise you that the road ahead will be filled with trials, triumphs, heartbreak, and unexpected twists. Everleigh’s journey is just beginning, and I cannot wait for you to walk beside her as she learns what it truly means to take control of her destiny. So thank you, again, for stepping into this story with me. Get comfortable, lose yourself in the palace halls, and p

“It’s like the temple itself is watching us.” Bram rolled his shoulders. “Then let it watch. We don’t have time to be scared of walls.” They walked in tense silence until the passage opened into another chamber, this one vast and lined with towering obelisks. At its center stood a pedestal, atop which lay a worn book bound in deep blue leather. The air around it shimmered, as if resisting their presence. Elior approached cautiously. “The First King’s records.” Rael furrowed his brow. “He knew about the chains. Maybe he knew what breaking them would do.”