Battle Cry Novel Novels & Stories

I rolled out of the way, barely dodging the strike. Bram roared as he swung his sword, cutting down a Bloodfang in a single, brutal arc. “We’re outnumbered!” Sienna moved like a blur, flames erupting from her hands as she blasted two attackers backward. “We need an escape route!” Rael cursed under their breath. “There isn’t one.” I clenched my fists, feeling the Crown’s power stir again. The darkness whispered, promising me strength, promising me victory if I just let go. My pulse pounded as another Bloodfang charged. This time, I didn’t dodge.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 The fight is like none I’ve ever seen, not the normal ‘throw a punch, I throw mine’ kind of fight, it’s more like a war, a very freaking fast war. It’s happening in front of me, but I can’t even tell who’s punching whom. OMG, a war is happening right in front of me. I know about a world I shouldn’t even dream of, something that only happen in books. Are they seriously fighting over who gets to kill me first? They should get on the fucking queue.

The battle that followed was unlike the first. Fire clashed with ice in a cataclysmic storm. The sky darkened as power tore through the air, the very ground cracking beneath their feet. Lyra pushed herself beyond her limits, drawing deeper into the unstable fusion within her, even as it threatened to consume her. Kael fought at her side, his expression grim. “It’s not over,” he said through gritted teeth. Lyra’s eyes burned brighter, reflecting both flame and frost. “Then it will end with me,” she replied.

: Nio replied angrily, and continued: " Why is it it’s always me who has to go around slaughtering rulers?" Lara looked at him in disbelief and replied: “Why you? Sometimes you're so stupid. Because my dear, you have a power that no one else has. Are we plotting again? Sure. Is it for the right reason? Probably. But that's not the point. The point is, my dear Nio, there is a war still raging here. A war that has been going on for hundreds of years. A senseless war. A war without a winner. Only victims. And right now, the five of us have a chance to change that. "

Around us, the pack forms a tight circle, their collective breath creating clouds in the crisp night air. I catch Callum's scent before I see him - pine needles and winter frost. He stands rigid at the edge of the clearing, his amber eyes reflecting both pride and terror. The sight of him sends a familiar ache through my chest. After everything - the betrayal, the transformation, the lies - here we are, about to spill blood under the same moon that watched my world shatter. Amelia strikes first. Her jaws snap where my throat had been a heartbeat ago. I dodge on instinct, my new reflexes faster than my human mind can process. Blood roars in my ears as we circle each other, my paws finding pur

I take a deep, shuddering breath, a sense of grim satisfaction washing over me. Opening my eyes, I stare down at Callum's lifeless body, a cruel smile twisting my lips. I reach down, grasping his head in my hands and wrenching it from his shoulders with a sickening crack. Rising to my feet, I carry his severed head by the hair, striding across the battlefield like a conquering king.

Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike.

My rage ignites. You want us dead? Come and try. The juice roars through me. Layla takes over. I shift mid-sprint and tear into the nearest soldier. Bone cracks. Screams. A click. Layla pounces to avoid the blast, then grabs a human by the shoulder, looks into his eyes— And breaks him. He turns. Shoots one of his own. We turn him. We keep moving, trailing chaos. Drake slices throats and dodges bullets. I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur.

Something else. Something twisted. Creatures composed of darkness. Their eyes blaze crimson. Their claws shine in the moonlight. Callum bares his teeth. "Get behind me," he growls. But I step forward beside him. "No," I reply. "We fight together." He looked at me, pride shining in his eyes. "Together," he agrees. The creatures charge. And the battle begins. Claws collide against claws. Magic crackles in the air. I battle alongside Callum, my new power flashing through me.

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. “Jennie… I-I thought that I could keep you from harm if I became a strong warrior… “Ugh… Jennie, I found a way to bring back your wolf…” Before Jake could finish, his grip on my hand loosened. He was gone. My only brother lay dead in my embrace. The light in my world went dark. Then, there it was again. I could hear the howling of my wolf.