Blood And Thunder Novel Novels & Stories

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

The horrible vigor was piled up into a sea of blood that could drown the earth in an instant. The clear lake water turned into thick blood at this moment, rolling and boiling hot. At this moment, the green mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles, like thick ink dripping into clear water, spread dazzling red. Soon, all the peaks turned red as if they had been filled with blood. The stream flowing down the mountain also turned into blood! Outside the city, the Purple Golden Thunder Ape immediately looked up. Suddenly, eight fierce beasts covered in blood were printed into its eyes. Its huge eyes couldn't help showing extreme shock at this moment. "What a terrible vigor! It's a great ton

Blood drops stain the rug, creating macabre patterns that echo the horrors that have befallen his brother. A wave of panic grips Ryder's chest, his mind racing as he tries to comprehend what he's witnessing. The thumb, though detached from its owner, is unmistakably familiar—the curvature, the size—belonging to his brother, Asher. The scent of blood fills the room, mingled with the delicate, unique aroma that carries the essence of his own flesh and blood. Ryder's hand trembles as he musters the courage to reach down and pick up the severed thumb. he lifts it, rivulets of blood continue to drip from the raw stump, cascading onto his palm. The warmth of his brother's life essence on his skin

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

Lyra POV An arrow passed through my brother's throat as he was reciting the blood oath. For one impossible moment, time stopped. Callum stood at the altar, the ceremonial crown of silver and moonstone hovering inches above his head, his mouth filled and overflowing with blood. The blood bloomed across his white ceremonial robes like crimson flowers, and he crumpled to the ground. The Great Hall erupted into chaos.

I had learned that lesson in blood. I stepped out onto the private balcony overlooking the training grounds, needing air. The morning sun felt too bright, too harsh. My chest tightened suddenly, a familiar warning. I gripped the stone railing, but it wasn’t enough. A harsh cough tore from my throat, wet and metallic. Blood splattered across the pale stone bright red against gray. “Fuck.” Before I could wipe it away, heavy footsteps approached. My beta, Thorne, appeared at the balcony entrance. His sharp eyes took in the scene in one glance.

Kael dropped to one knee. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as blood dripped from a deep gash across his shoulder, staining the snow beneath him crimson. Around him, Moonhold was burning. The eastern wall had collapsed into heaps of shattered stone. Smoke billowed into the night sky, carrying the scent of burning pine and blood. Wolves fought desperately through the streets, their howls mixing with the clash of steel and the shrieks of shadow creatures. The Hollow King's army had reached the heart of the pack. Kael forced himself back to his feet. He ignored the pain tearing through his body. He ignored the exhaustion threatening to pull him under. An Alpha did not fall while his peo

My hand was throbbing too. I could hear the hits and a few whimpers of pain. I opened my eyes. He was being beaten. I could feel the collar back on my skin but I could not feel the thorns digging in. I moved as silently as I could. Took my sword out, the other nowhere to be found, and I slashed at the man’s neck. My aim had been bad, my strength lesser than anything I was used to, but the blade bit easily into the man’s neck, stopping as it half-severed the spine, and he fell with a strange gurgle.

The runes on her skin lit with fierce light, spreading up her throat. Then she extended her hand toward me. “Touch the blood.” I did. The moment my fingers grazed the glowing basin—my world shattered. --- Light. Then darkness. Then nothing. A rush of wind tore through me, pulling my spirit through something that felt like fire and snow all at once. I tried to breathe. There was no air. Tried to speak. No voice. And then—I landed. Hard. The scent of ash hit first. Then blood. I opened my eyes to a battlefield.

Our formation had been destroyed long ago, and I could barely spot any of my men in the raging storm of madness. The roar of thunder boomed through the sky, mixing with the clashing of swords and shields in a deafening cacophony, the sound waves crashing against my eardrums like a physical blow. I looked to my left, and my heart stopped as I saw Agatha coughing up blood, her eyes wide with terror, her face pale as a ghost. And then I saw it - a sword had been pierced through her back, the blade gleaming in the dim light, her blood flowing like a river. My brother, Koldis, the coward, had been the one to strike her down, his face twisted in a cruel smile.