Battlefield Bloom Novels & Stories

Hayes asked. Riley didn’t look away. “Three levels, maybe more.” Hayley blinked. “You can tell that?” “Not exactly,” Riley replied. “But you can feel the difference.” For a few seconds, the battlefield settled into a strange kind of silence. Then the drops began. They didn’t flood the ground or draw attention to themselves. They appeared quietly, scattered across the clearing where players had fallen, small flickers of light marking coins and the occasional item, nothing overwhelming but enough to matter.

They were silenced before they could even make a sound, their lives extinguished in a single violent moment. Vivienne saw bodies drenched in blood that sprayed across the battlefield every time a limb was being ripped off. She saw a great number of limbs torn from bodies, saw heads crushed beneath brutal force, saw warriors, some shaped like men, others not, falling, rising and fighting again in endless cycles of destruction. Swords clashed again and again, their ringing cutting through the air. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of agony, rage, and death.

BOOOOOOOOOOM! The battlefield exploded outward. Soldiers were thrown from their feet. Trees vanished. Entire sections of mountain collapsed. The ocean itself rose into the air. Then silence followed. Heavy silence. Terrible silence. The kind that always comes after something world-changing. Then slowly— the light began fading. And everyone looked up. Immediately. Because there was only one question. One. Was he still there? Then Ava saw him first. A tiny figure suspended high above the battlefield. Still standing. Still alive.

“Widow’s Bloom?” He nodded. “That’s right. Widow’s Blooms are naturally bloodthirsty. They only grow in soil soaked with death—battlefields, mass graves, places where the scent of blood lingers. And they’re deadly. Even a small mistake handling one can kill you. That’s why almost no one dares to harvest them. And as far as I know, there’s only one place they still grow.” He paused and looked directly at her. “I’ve already made myself this clear. You should know exactly where that place is.”

Mira let out a mocking smirking chuckle. "The shield itself is making her bleed... If you don't know then let me tell you, Mr. Mikhail that shield is useless. It doesn't become a power but weakness in the battlefield and you might know that there is no place for weakness in the battlefield... It's useless! unfortunately, Marona's shield is useless." She struck his ego with sharp arrows of her words. Mira looked at him confused when Mikhail chuckled mysteriously at her. She was expecting him to get angry but he was the opposite.

The sounds of the fight seemed distant and quiet, like I was underwater. Gently and with difficulty, I pushed myself up to stand. My eyesight was blurry, and I shook my head to try to fix it. When everything became clear again, I was shocked to see that the explosion had changed how the battlefield looked. Before, there was a clear difference between our team and Ryder's, but now everything was mixed up. Both friends and enemies were spread out everywhere, with many of them not moving on the ground. The air was full of dust and a strong smell of bad magic.

Bloodshed. ***

POV: Dorian The Battlefield The field was still burning when the world went still. Not just quiet still. Ash froze mid-fall. Embers hung like fireflies trapped in glass. Wolves caught mid-howl, mid-stagger, mid-breath. Even Araya’s Hollowflame paused, a banner of light held in the air. Only I moved. And the lilies bloomed. Black as void, soft as ash, they unfurled across corpses, out of shattered stone, along seams of melted iron. Petals opened and closed with a breath no throat gave. Their scent—sweet rot, familiar curled into my lungs.

He was holding a jagged piece of the needle-ship’s hull that had been sharpened into a massive, two-handed cleaver. "The offense is me," Leo said, his eyes turning a solid, terrifying bronze. "And the Shadow-Stalkers. We’re going to hit their supply lines in the Oasis before they even clear the Flats." The Burden of the Black Bloom "Leo... a word," Sophia said, pulling him aside as the training resumed. Her face was pale, the golden light of the Vault reflecting in her eyes. "The Black Bloom... it’s not just armor. It’s a parasite. The soldiers who are syncing with the obsidian... their cellular decay is accelerating. They have high energy, yes, but their hearts won't last more than five yea

Even though the pane held, the terrifying kinetic energy transferred through the barrier like a physical blow, rupturing my eardrum and rattling my skull. The glass instantly spiderwebbed, a thousand silver fractures blooming in the light. A razor-thin splinter hissed through the air, grazing the corner of my eye. Blood beaded at once, mixing with cold sweat before trickling into my eye, stinging like acid. I was Lorenzo's live target, codenamed 01. Names didn't matter, and pain wasn't allowed. My role was simple—to replicate hostile operatives during his extravagant security exercises—or, at present, to serve as a living prop.