Blake Reign Novels & Stories

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Yu Liang questioned, once again ignoring his system's anger. System: QAQ Frustrated, the system very unwillingly accepted its new name, Xiao Yao, sending data from this new world to Yu Liang's mind. This was a beginner's world for the Dark BL System, so the plot was very typical of a Dark BL novel, where the shou was humiliated and had to live begging for the love of the gong number one until the shou's life changes for the better; for some disconcerting factor and the shou meets another gong that looks kind on the surface, but is very obsessive and makes the life of the shou very complicated. The shou who gained small claws and a little power ends up running away and returning with the main

"Assassinated? That big fool… I saw it coming … He should have heeded my advice… Are you sure it was an assassination?" "Yes, Your Highness. Although it was covered up to look like he died from a natural cause," Derrick responded. "Any track of the assassins?" "No, my lord. But we have speculation…" I don't work with speculations and you know that. How is Blake, his son? And how far is the pack away from attacks? "Blake didn't see it coming and he isn't taking it well, but he is putting on a bold face in front of the people. In a fortnight, he would be crowned the new Alpha… For now, there is no form of attack perceived."

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

The two clashed with fists, their movements sharp and relentless. Watching the fight from the corner of his eye, the old man’s fury began to cool, replaced by something more calculated. “Miss Luna, you brought a fighter, I see. But you? You’re even more surprising.” Briella tightened her grip on the gun, her finger twitching on the trigger. “What’s your history with Chairman Blake?” She knew Mr. Blake wasn’t the monster they claimed he was. Something had happened to him—something terrible. Why else would he plan everything as if he were marching toward death?

If we can help him end all this, he should be grateful to us Vicdor Blake is sick and should not have much energy to focus on the company. Giving him a fatal blow at this time should be successful! "Said Thomas Reagan. Terrence Edmin smiled and said, "If we really do this, will we end up being accused of taking advantage of others So what? Vicdor Blake is not a fair and aboveboard person, just treating him in his own way. "Thomas Reagan kept remembering that Vicdor Blake almost took revenge on him.

“No idea. Whenever he crawls out from wherever he’s lurking right now, he’ll come sit at this table too.” My eyebrows raise. “He’s an alpha?” Blake looks strong, but he isn’t big and muscular like Ethan or the other males sitting at this table. His accent also indicates he doesn’t originate from the Northlands. “There’s been some debate over the matter,” says Ethan, his voice low. “The last person who questioned it hasn’t been seen for a while.” He nods at the entrance to the hall. “Ah. There he is.” Blake stands in the doorway. Like earlier, he’s dressed in dark breeches rather than a kilt, and wears a black shirt that is perfectly fitted to his hard chest and torso. His hair is dark, and a

"You know I'm always here for you Ley. If you need me I'm just a phone call away. " I smile and my heart skips a beat at his words. This is exactly how I fell for you Blake. "I know Blake, now get home before your dad burns the kitchen." I joked but it comes out forced and shaky. He snorts. " Oh Say hello to Reagan for me and give Asta a kiss on the cheek for me." I chirped. Reagan was Blake's little sister who was six years younger than him. She basically was made a couple of months after Blake's dad got out of jail. With her maturity at such a young age you'd think she was the older one out of the two.

“Well, I see that you gained your Father’s vision, not so up in a society that a little thing as apologizing is beneath you. Good, good.” Blake said, not showing any emotion, but then his attention went to the screen of the game that Sister Song was playing. “She’s reached the battle with the Black Knight.”

I could never deserve him. "How could you love me?" I whispered out my thoughts. He smirked lightly at me. "You don't see yourself as I do, love." My heart pounded in my chest as his words finally elicited the truth from my lips like a truth serum. "My parents are members of the Heaven's Reign Cult. Ace and I both grew up in it. We were taught from birth that Drake Moon was Jesus' chosen leader on Earth and would lead us all to salvation if we followed him. Men were below Drake, and us women were here to serve them. Husbands and father's kept their wives and daughters in line with beatings anytime they didn't 'stay sweet'. I was a bit of a rebel, refusing to stay sweet." I smirked slightly.