Battle Cry Novel Novels & Stories

Moreover, the vampire population doesn’t have that many mercenaries to spare. I looked towards Kendrick and gave him a nod. The next instant, two vampires nearest to him dropped to the ground as electric sparks zapped through their body. Emiel took the opportunity to grab a dagger from a fallen vampire and cut their heads right off their bodies before they had a chance to rise again. The battle was on. I took down three vampires that tried to attack me before someone came up from behind and slashed a sword down my back. Not giving my brain enough time to register the pain, I turned around and beheaded him.

I barked instructions like I knew what to do but really, I am floundering. Callum groaned and in the harsh white lighting of the cellar I grimaced as I checked out his injuries. He had a wound in his abdomen that just oozes blood. The room smelt of meat and iron, like a butcher’s counter. How long had he lain like this? How long have Jacob and I dozed beside him unconscious whilst his life ebbed away? Tears stung my eyes as I cradled him whilst the thunderous sounds of Jacob pummelling the door.

Mason I yelled, “Leave me alone!” as the sharp knife sliced along my arm, causing me to scream in agony. Damien yanked the knife out, and blood gushed from the wound. “Let's get down to business,” he growled. I whimpered in fear and pain, the bravery and tough facade that I once had were gone. My body trembles uncontrollably, tears blurring my vision as I gaze in terror at my bleeding arm. The sight of my own blood sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through me, and I find it hard to maintain a semblance of composure anymore.

She mumbled under her breath, but her hands failed her. Her hands were wobbling uncontrollably, beads of sweats were formed around her face, and her heart beat seconds after seconds. She was hoping that it wasn't what she deemed it to be. The bedroom door was slightly open, and her heart skipped a beat. She walked gently over there, and slowly, she pushed the door open quietly only to see Jake naked with her best friend Ashlyn. "More! More!! More!!!" Ashlyn screamed out of great pleasure, her thin voice making her sound angelic.

Before it’s too late. I bit the inside of my lip as my blade hit Vareth’s armor—the sound crackled like breaking ice. And I felt it: this moment was decisive. Not just sword and blood—but the weight of faith and betrayal. The battle burned like molten iron on flesh. The world was torn apart by clashing steel, snapping bones, screams and blood. The ground trembled, as if rebelling against what was happening. And I… I fought like it was the last battle. Because I knew: somewhere in that smoke, in that storm—she was there. Nyra.

I said to myself and then summoned the courage to walk towards the door and opened the door gently I then peeped inside to see if she was still sleeping but the room was empty so I opened the door wildly so I could see "Man, it's been a long time since I entered this room", I said to myself. The last time I remember entering Ary's room was when I was beaten up by some gangs. One night, I was being a good Samaritan and decided to help a lady. They were beaten, but instead of rescuing her, I ended up being beaten as well. I was beaten to the extent that I couldn't stand up straight for two days, after so much beating. I came home and cried in Ary's room where she carefully nursed my wounds for

My arm felt as if it had been replaced with a bar of iron and I could barely move my weary limbs. “Goodbye, cruel world.” I thought to myself. Around me, novices tore apart their victims and I was secretly proud of them – even though they weren’t actually in control of their own bodies. Ally sliced open her opponent’s jugular and was rewarded with a fountain of blood and the soldier who had marched before me cut down two foes at once, never revealing his hesitation. My heart cried out for my allies, praying that they would win this battle. Me? I was useless but I was determined to go out with a bang.

The war cry rose as Kyle and his men approached and then a thunderous war that shook the earth beneath them as Kyra’s people surged forward. In this war, there was no need for an introduction. Everyone already knows what they wanted, and so, the battle began. The clash of steel on steel and the scent of sweat and blood filled the air. Kyra fought with ferocity and her sword sliced through the crowd. As the battle raged on, the sky rumbled above them and lightning struck and shook the earth beneath them. But as the night drew on, Kyra could see her people getting weary and not being able to match with the enemy, even though they had fought well. They lay scattered among the enemy, their bodie

"The sirens were safe in the water, but some of them missed their homes, so they began to come to the surface. Some bold ones would even step into the land. It went well until a particular day, some vampires were lurking around. They attacked the sirens, drank their bloods until they were completed drained. When Lycerys found out about it, she became angry, and she declared war on the people living in the surface. The Vampire king then underestimated her, so he didn't take her seriously. Lycerys controlled the water and drowned his whole army and his entire castle. The ones that survived and came to fight for the king, Lycerys compelled them to drown in the water. Somehow, because of her ang

“Ends? Oh, no, my dear. Tonight is only the beginning.” Gunfire erupted, shattering the silence. Chaos consumed the cathedral, the clash of violence echoing through the stone halls. Amara moved with lethal precision, every strike calculated, every dodge instinctive. Luca was at her side, a tempest of strength and fury. Together, they were unstoppable — a force forged in fire, pain, and desire. Hours bled into one another as the battle raged. Shadows danced across broken walls, the scent of blood mixing with the damp stone. Amara fought not just for survival, but for truth, for revenge, for the memory of her mother, and for the future she would forge.