Blood And Thunder Audiobook Novels & Stories

Thane Aric Wolfborne’s POV The air at the northern border was thick, filled with the scent of blood, burning smoke, and the suffocating remnants of black magic. The pounding and screams mixed together into a symphony of war that echoed in my ears. Sweat ran down my temples, dripping onto my face, which was covered in dust and enemy blood. Yet fatigue had no place in this battle. “Keep attacking them! We won’t stop until their blood floods our land!” I shouted loudly, my words echoed by the roar of the warriors.

Levante, My skull throbbed violently as blood roared through every vein like molten fire, drowning out all rational thought. The familiar loud noise with thousands of whispers slammed my entire consciousness, replacing it with the blood thirst, I was terrified of. They were like that forbidden chanting, trying to mess with my soul, my existence, my world.

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

His whip broke out of the air funnel, bringing with it a much fiercer heat and a pressure that only an attack from a Thorium Realm mage could have. Melody strummed a string on her armrest. Then the entire room vibrated, the flame particles inside his spells vibrated and broke apart from each other. Unraveling his spell right before his eyes. The vibrations reached him and his head felt like it wanted to leave his body and run out of the room. The blood in his body was shaking and jerking in his veins. He could barely stay conscious after exerting all his strength. Flames burst out of Bloodthirst's body and burned away all the sound waves.

My heart felt like it was giving up and then I felt electricity coursing through my veins, then I felt something going down into my throat. “Would someone please bring Brandon some tissues please.” Authur said. “Thank you.” “If you can, you may continue.” I heard the loud thunder noise and heavy footsteps along with heavy breathing. I jumped from my sleep as I heard Thomas in my head. ‘Something big is coming, we need every soldier down here.” I jumped off the couch in my already drenched sweat clothing and ran to the pack grounds. Thunder rumbling and lightning striking I began to have a bad feeling in my gut, something is wrong. I lifted my nose to the sky and took a big wiff, that scent,

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH (Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive) The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise. It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

Claws sliced into my ribs, teeth dragged down my back, and my own blood and sweat blended with the mud and fluids of dying rogues. When it was all over the earth suddenly seemed too quiet. I’d gotten so used to the sounds of aggression and pain, the blood rushing in my own ears, that I worried something might be wrong with my hearing. Shaking myself, I recall that the wilderness should be serene and still – if anything is abnormal it's the blood soaking into the ground as far as the eye can see.

Fire lit his face. The cloaked woman gestured toward it. “He rises in flame. You sink in shadow. Both are bound by blood that remembers.” Rain’s throat closed. “Emory isn’t—” “He’s being turned,” the woman interrupted. “You feel it already, don’t you? His heartbeat is no longer his own.” The battlefield began to quake. Bones shifted. The whispers grew into a chant, Bloodseer. Bloodseer. Rain tried to speak, but the world fractured into golden shards.

Jax shouted but all he got in return was a Loud Roar telling him he wasn’t going to, not by any means. “Go to hell Vampire!” Thunder roared as he tried to maneuver out of Jax’s movements. “So be it wolf” I hissed back sinking my teeth into the side of his neck. Thunder let out a painful howl as he suddenly felt the sharp stabbing pain of his skin stretching out more to accommodate my sinking fangs that pushed in even deeper - warm blood easily flowed into my mouth. It had an earthy taste like pinewood and sage. It was a man’s scent alright, but it wasn’t half bad, I kept drinking very slowly keeping him focused on me. but sadly I didn’t notice thunders back legs that crept up between us push