Battlefield Bloom Novels & Stories

Evelyn pulled the Blood Sword from the wound in her chest, her blood flowing out, clinging to the blade like a living flame. Lucien raised his hand. The black sky rolled, from which the silhouettes of the Seraphim, the artificial entities he had assimilated, flew down like broken-winged angels. Each step they took left a trail of red fire, burning everything in their path. The final battle of Valenfort began.

Luke screams through the mind link but I don't even respond because my focus is on my mate and how should I get her out from this filthy place. Another rogue tries to scamper away but I extend my claws and swipe my paw at the rogue's paw. "Maddox watch out !"Bloom screams at me . I turn my head to see a female rogue in human form trying to ram her knife into me . My movements are slow because I don't have time to register the attack. " Maddox!"Bloom screams again and jumps with all her strength Infront of me .The sliver coated knife with wolfsbane goes straight into her stomach and her tiny body lands on the ground with a loud thud .

“All right. So, walk around. Ella, Melody, try to kick up some dust around them.” “We don’t need to worry about dust storms here,” Melody said as she moved to the edge. “No, but I need to know how this will work in a cloudy situation. Say, if the Raze use the Corpse Lily gas or fog again. I’m hoping that it’ll screen out the obstruction so that we can be your eyes in the field.” “That’s pretty clever,” I said under my breath as I watched Ella and Melody kick dirt into the pit. Aiden hacked and choked on the dirt as he moved around. Holden focused on his screen, his smile widening with each passing second.

Even as I kept an eye on Bloom, who looked to be handling herself well, I took down the rogues that dared to come closer. The battle continued as the rogues and the wolves danced in a vicious battle of death. Just then, I noticed a rogue prancing towards Bloom who was totally unaware, and I was quick to react with a blow to the nose as I shifted halfway through the air to mixed form. Then I dug my hand into its chest and plucked out its heart.

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

My personal brand of hell. After the most excruciating ninety minutes of my life, the game finally ended and I was all but out of here, even as the cheers went on because the white and blue team won with Jason scoring two out of three goals. It was a team I suspected wasn't the Business and Accounting team if the looks of disappointment on some of mates' faces was any indication, that meant that Jason belonged to the STEM department.

Because fighting makes the documentation public. David is intelligent. He will choose retreat. She is not doing this to hurt him. She is doing it because she is done being an asset in someone else's architecture. She has her own architecture to build. September 10th. Barcelona. The last piece of the second life's first chapter is about to be placed.

The victory at the Origin-Point didn't trigger a "Game Over" screen; it triggered a System-Wide Bloom. As the Feral Six stepped off the Nebula-Shard and back onto the soil of the Sovereign Valley, the sky wasn't just iridescent anymore—it was deep, cosmic indigo, filled with the shifting nebulae of newly rendered star-systems.

“Our first match ladies and gentlemen is one that waters the mouth and wets the tongue. While many would assume that the first battle would be one that would prepare us for the highlights to come, the Barren Battlefield is no place for preliminaries. This is a warzone, and the first match is going to be just that!”

Every instinct in me wanted to return and stand between them again, but the explosion had come from the direction of the maids, and Luna and Brielle had no one else in that moment who would choose them first. The camp had turned into a battlefield by the time I reached the inner paths. Men from Shino’s side and Reign’s side were fighting among the trees, around crates, and beside bamboo huts lit by firelight. To my relief, the gunfire had faded in this part of the camp, probably because everyone had scattered too closely for bullets to be safe. Instead, fists landed with brutal cracks, bodies slammed against posts, and men cursed while wrestling each other to the ground. I caught sight of Bl