Blood And Thunder Novel Novels & Stories

Scratched and bleeding, with a roar of outrage I unleashed an inferno and the whole canyon our titanic tussle created was awashed with flame, once more alone I turned to face my foe, his twin swords crossed at his feet. “Is that all you have up your sleeve god of war? I expected more from you.” I sneered. “Brace yourself god of thunder, for we are just getting started.” he cackled with deranged glee. We then took to the sky and began hacking at each other, to my shock, his swords carved wounds on my body as did Oshe on his, our bloods reddened the clouds but I am not ashamed to admit for the war god bested me that fateful day and my story nearly ended as Ogun’s enchanted sword cleaved my lef

The abductor watched him silently, then turned and walked back out leaving Lex to his thoughts. The silence after the door slammed shut was worse than the pain he was feeling. He pressed his head back against the cold wall, breathing in shallow gasps as the dagger remained embedded in his shoulder, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he'd miscalculated. The blood had stopped flowing freely but still oozed around the blade, warm and sticky against his skin. Every slight movement sent fresh waves of agony radiating through his arm.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

Chapter 11 The Blood on the Snow The world slowed to a crawl. The smell of gunpowder and the sudden, sharp scent of iron filled the air, thick and suffocating. Laila felt the impact of Kaden’s body against hers, the sheer force of him knocking her back against the leather seat of the SUV. She looked up at his face, seeing the way his eyes went wide, not with pain, but with a fierce, protective focus.

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.

bharuth_writes_official Prologue It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere?

Crimson threads glowing like veins of ember, crawling up my arm, across my collarbone, licking at the edges of my vision. One soldier hissed, voice distorted behind the mask. “Blood heir confirmed.” And suddenly, every weapon turned toward me. “No!” Damian’s roar cracked the air. He lunged, cutting a soldier down with one savage strike, but there were too many, too close, their weapons already raised.... Something inside me broke. The fire in my veins snapped loose, exploding outward in a blast I didn’t understand, couldn’t control. The air warped, heat slamming into the chamber like the shockwave of a star going nova.

Drina’s POV I woke up gasping. I had a throbbing head, and my throat was burning. I momentarily believed that I was in the van, still in darkness, but next I came to realise that I was on a soft bed. The papers were nice and costly. The air was faintly polished and flowery. This is not my apartment.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.