Battle Cry Novel Novels & Stories

“Seriously, Dec? Her? You’re flirting with the dirty blood?” The term hit the air like a physical slap. Dirty blood. My smile faltered. I saw Freya flinch, her shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as she scribbled something on her clipboard. Something cold settled in my gut. Dirty blood. The traitor’s daughter. The stories from my childhood came rushing back. The whispers about the Nolans. The attack that killed hundreds. The outrage. The fury. This was Freya Nolan? I stared at her, really looking now. Past the beauty, I saw the faint, silvery scar on her jawline. The way she held herself, trying to be small and unnoticed. The wariness in her eyes. This was the orphan the whole pack despi

He stepped back from the ramp holding the carrier against his chest and Aria, startled by the movement and the noise, began to cry in the clear sustained way of a child who is frightened but physically unharmed. Jade was nearly at the yacht's deck when the second shot came. Not from Vincent. From the treeline where Elias's two people had been moving through the house and had heard the first shot and repositioned. The shot hit Jade in the upper left arm and she went down on the ramp hard, grabbing the railing with her right hand, and the sound she made was sharp and involuntary. Not fatal. The positioning was too controlled for accident. Someone had aimed for the arm specifically.

Nova moved beside me, sharp, precise, fearless. Rylan’s amber eyes met mine, calculating, cruel, determined. The fight was far from over. The forest was alive with danger, strategy, and tension. And in that moment, one truth was clear: we were ready, but the battle had only just begun. I pressed my claws into the moss, amber eyes scanning, chest tight with adrenaline. The forest trembled with anticipation. Rylan’s influence lingered, shadows shifting, danger unseen but palpable. Nova’s green eyes met mine, sharp and fearless. And in that moment, I knew—the clash was far from over, and the next strike could change everything.

“And you’re still the only one who knows when I’m lying.” From a distance, unseen, Briar felt the shift and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Declan’s shoulders eased just enough to remind him why they were all still standing. The Umbra were coming. The battle loomed closer with every passing hour. But here, in the space between fear and resolve, bonds were reforged—stronger for having been tested. And it was a strength the Umbra would never understand.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

Autumn was hurled against the ground, rolling violently. When the light finally faded, there was nothing left of Korran but a scorched crater and drifting black ash that dissolved in the wind. Callie stood at the center, chest heaving, flames still licking across her skin. Her eyes glowed molten gold. For the first time in months, she felt whole. But the victory was short-lived. “YOU BITCH!” Autumn’s scream split the air. She had risen, eyes wild with grief and betrayal, her partial lycan form fully extended. Tears streamed down her face as she launched herself at Callie with murderous speed, claws aimed straight for her throat.

It looked as though a battle had been fought against an invading army. Royin searched the area for clues only to find his brother's dagger laced with fresh blood. As the search continued, he found a small child still alive. Cradling the unconscious boy in his arms he returned to the tribe healer. "There was another attack,” he spoke to Wyana. “An entire village was slaughtered except for this boy. I have a feeling he will turn like the others. I also found something else,” he set the child on a table and opened his shirt showing her the dagger. “I found this up there," he said laying the dagger on the table. "I believe it was Rayan," he paused knowing they had agreed to refer to him as Walks

“My proof is in a testimony, though I’d love to go back and hear from you, Callie Martin, how everything went down that night.” I don’t need to ask her to specify which night to know she’s talking about the night a third-hierarchy demon tried to burn me alive. I press my hands against the wooden bench beneath me and take in a slow breath. We’ve all told the same lie, but right now as I’m sitting here in front of Ruth and the council, I feel like they can all see right through me. “How did you defeat that demon?” Ruth’s eyes narrow. “And how did the vampire come into play? Was it all part of your plan?”

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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.