Blood And Thunder Novel Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

VALERIA The book fell from my hands and landed on the floor with a thud. The last time I was this petrified was when I was hiding, watching my parents being murdered. And I felt like because all things were pointing towards the same thing happening to me, getting killed by a werewolf that hated the existence of vampires for some reason. The feeling of someone touching my shoulder had me jerking away, triggering my instinct to fight. But it was just Marcello's concerned face that I saw when I turned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he observed me carefully, then he asked,

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

Right at that moment, Hayden, who had been silent throughout, suddenly said, "I remember now!" The three of them turned around and saw Hayden with a look of realization on his face. He looked up at Fane earnestly and he hurried forward, arriving next to Fane. "It's Evil Blood Thunder!" Hayden said firmly. Fane paused for a moment before asking, "What is Evil Blood Thunder?" Hayden quickly answered, "Evil Blood Thunder is what caused us to feel that sliver of electricity around Jackson and Riv's wounds!

Anyone who entered without permission would be killed without mercy upon being discovered. With the Ancestral Blood Master around, no one in the Callahan Family dared to intrude into the chamber. However, at this moment, Thea could not think about all of that. She headed straight to the library chamber, familiar with the path as she made her way to the top floor. There, she found a book emitting a blood-red light, which was the Blood Mantra. She took it with her and left to find James.

Her hand was still shaking. "I suspected correctly," she grinned even more. "Your life is protected but I managed to get in," she laughed softly as if she was happy that she was able to see what was in my life. "Young Lady, your true form won't come out because it's protected. I found a lock in your blood and it needs to be broken. Your true form is having a hard time coming out because of this and it needs to be unlocked because otherwise, you'll die easily," she came to me. "You have the kind of blood that is rare among us all," she whispered.

THE WOLF BENEATH THE FLAME When Thunder Speaks Deep night. Rain lashes the windows of the Omega Quarter. Xavier lies in his small cot, curled in sweat-soaked sheets. Thunder rolls overhead like war drums. The room flickers with every lightning flash. Xavier (groaning, sitting upright, breath sharp): “…not again…” A pulse erupts in his chest—like fire ripping through veins. He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him.