Battlefield Bloom Novels & Stories

He didn't know what I was, but tonight when I came in he did, I no longer take my meds, her saw my eyes when Shay pushed forward. Don't come closer Timothy, he has wolfsbane in the silver bullets, if he shoots us...' 'Stop, it's going to be okay, he is just blindsided by the fact that he didn't know who you truly were. Breath baby, I won't let you get hurt okay, by the looks of the guys, they won't either.' "Lloyd, you were a hunter, yes?" His eyes moved to mine for a split second before he was looking back at them again.

Author's POV: The battlefield roared with chaos as steel clashed against claw, and the scent of blood thickened the air. The wolves of Azuremist fought with unyielding ferocity, their formation tested again and again by the relentless onslaught of Oasis soldiers. Growls and howls echoed through the valley, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bone and screams of pain.

Eloisa's POV The battlefield was exactly as I had imagined—chaotic, brutal, and perfect for my victory. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, thick and intoxicating. The ground trembled beneath the weight of charging warriors, their roars mixing with the clash of steel and the growls of shifting wolves. It was a beautiful sight—one I had long waited for. From my position on the hill, I could see everything. My forces, my carefully trained warriors, moved with purpose, cutting down those who stood against me. Their strikes were swift, precise, efficient. Every blade that sank into enemy flesh was a step closer to my rightful place.

She slammed her sword into the dirt, raising both hands. A signal. A flare shot into the sky. Bright. Blinding. Seconds later, the hidden archer squads stationed in the forests unleashed a second, brutal wave of fire arrows. The battlefield exploded into chaos. Horses screamed. Soldiers broke formation. The distraction worked. Bella grabbed the opportunity, rallying Dominion’s forces around her with a cry: "For Dominion!" The soldiers roared in response, slamming into the disoriented enemy with renewed ferocity. For a few precious minutes, the tide shifted.

We couldn't afford to take risks right now, especially with the lives of so many werewolves at stake. After some reflection, I decided to find a hybrid of the pack to check first on Bloom’s superpower. Fortunately, Bloom had no trouble cooperating with us. In fact, she deliberately allowed the hybrid to attack her. As soon as the hybrid attacked her, a strong wind blew and all the trees and dead leaves behind Bloom began to rustle. However, Bloom remained motionless, completely insensitive to the hybrid’s attack as if there was an invisible shield that protected her.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

"I… I need to talk to you, Austin. It's important." Austin's expression remained guarded as he gestured for Liam to sit. "Speak, then." Liam took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I saw something on the battlefield, Austin. Something I can't explain. I saw Bloom—she was being whipped, and she was in pain. But it couldn't have been real. It must have been a hallucination." Austin's eyes narrowed, and he regarded Liam with a calculating gaze. "A hallucination, you say?"

Price of Survival "Is this over?" The voice of Flora was hoarse, just a whisper over. Adrian didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept across the battlefield-if one could still call it that. The fires had burned out, leaving only charred remains of buildings that once stood proud. The scent of blood, metal, and something acrid, something wrong, hung thick in the air. Bodies, too many to count, lay motionless, some half-buried under rubble, others sprawled where they had fallen.

As the bloom went still, it released one final resonance: “Not everything must grow. Some things exist to be remembered.” And with that, the ground covered it. No one tried to stop it. They left without ceremony. They understood. Months later, a field opened in the region once known as the Splitfold a scarred place where the final battle with Seris had left the bloomfields frayed. But now, without coaxing, new growth emerged untouched by Pact runes, Hollow silence, or Voice shaped memory. Children wandered it first. Then song binders. Then those who had once been warriors.

“You shake every time I touch you.” “Because you’re a menace,” I outright lied. His fingers stilled, and when he looked up he offered me a crooked smile that made a chill roll through me. “Well, you’ve just dug your own grave, little dove. I won’t go easy on you now.” The battlefield was modeled after an apocalyptic city at night, complete with a painted ceiling filled with glowing constellations. There were sidewalks of cracked pavement sprawling in all directions, weaving between abandoned businesses and overturned cars. An old mechanics shop sat two blocks down, the garage wide open and filled with tool boxes and the husk of an old pick-up truck. Some of the stores had shattered windows a