Title: Blood Reign
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 81,000
Seventeen-year-old Alice finds herself trapped between the men who murdered her mother and a five-hundred-foot drop. Rather than face the killers’ dark plans, Alice jumps.
But instead of death, Alice wakes up in a blood-soaked battlefield in an unfamiliar world, where armoured men are slaughtering peasants. Terrified, she flees and encounters a seer, who reveals to Alice that the only way back to her world is by seeking a witch with the power to transport her back.
In this alternate reality, Alice is forced to disguise herself as a man to protect against marauders. She must survive the war between the queen and rebels while battling the flesh-eating monsters stalking Wonderland. She needs to find her way home, fueled by a lust to avenge her mother’s murder.
As Wonderland falls into chaos, Alice finds herself drowning in violence and bloodshed. Struggling to keep her sanity, she discovers that slaying monsters has its price. If this world falls apart before she can return home, Alice risks becoming the worst monster of all.
I’ve been fighting with a sword since I was eight. It was the only way to feel alive; to feel the blood running in my veins. I stalked my prey, eyeing him from behind my mask. My ragged breathing amplified inside the white fencing suit, drowning outside noise. The suit was supposed to protect me, yet it served to protect him from me.
Strike him. Go for the throat.
I dodged his attack and lunged forward, stabbing the blade toward his heart. The sports hall exploded with cheers as blood sang in my ears. Victory rushed through me, echoing the sweet, sharp metallic twangs of clashing swords.
“15-8! Southampton college—champion of the Summer Duel!” the words boomed. And just like that, it was over.
I pulled back, my jaw ticked with irritation. Too soon. I should’ve stalled rather than pouncing for him like a homicidal maniac.
I clenched the sabre, curbing myself from giving in to the roaring hunger. One reason I hated local tournaments was that many opponents were hardly worth fighting. But it served to kill time whilst waiting for the regional games. My opponent grabbed his mask and yanked it off. Sweat streamed down his face, skin flushed.
“Nice game.” He saluted me with his sabre, expression sullen.
My classmate Leona flanked me immediately, her face smug. "What do you expect? Our captain’s the best fencer in the region. Probably in the whole world."
I pulled my mask free, blond hair escaping the hairband to tumble down in long waves.