Blood And Thunder Novel Novels & Stories

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

I closed my eyes briefly. Then another thought pressed in-unwelcome, persistent. Bianca. She would feel this. She always did. Like she sensed violence the way some people sensed storms. I exhaled slowly. The war had begun. And I would not let it reach her. Not ever. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The snow that was still falling gentle drops now painted everywhere white with its white and cold flakes. Thyra took a few pictures of the street as there was no wolf in sight, enjoying the tranquility that enveloped everywhere as she enjoyed every bit of what she was seeing unbeknownst to her that the peaceful environment she and her family and other humans had ventured into was soon going to be a bloodied danger zone.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."

Thalia's POV ​The thick torrent of blood dripping from my chest struck the cold stone floor, instantly igniting the dormant, ancient blood magic runes carved into the labyrinth. ​I froze, staring down in absolute shock as the vibrant crimson fluid flowing from my body refused to simply puddle on the ground. Instead, the blood moved as if it possessed a dark, sentient life of its own. It slithered with terrifying speed across the rough, cracked stone, perfectly filling the deep grooves of ancient, prehistoric runes that had remained buried under centuries of dust and neglect.

"From now on, both of you must learn to protect yourselves. Now go to rest Yve, I will help your mother downstairs on making food for us. If any of you need anything, just call us downstairs alright?" I nodded on her last statement and let her leave the room. I can feel how unfair the world was towards us twins. I can feel the anger seeping through my blood because of this selfish people wanting to take our bloods. Whoever is that greater force Lady Molly was talking about, I will make sure they will suffer in my hands! They had done enough damage. Third Person's POV

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Katerina He left me here. In the middle of what feels like the biggest field I’ve seen in my life, and I haven’t even seen it properly in the darkness, he left me among the sugarcanes and just rushed toward the murdering, fire-starting bad guys ahead. For a moment I don’t know what to do. I just stand there, a damn hunting knife in one hand a a fucking gun in the other, and do nothing. Then shuts come and shots are fired. Curses, men’s voice, raised high and menacing.