Blood Blockade Battlefront Manga Novels & Stories

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Golden light flashed once. The creature recoiled. Her face changed. She stared at the sword. Hayate’s light remained inside it. The thing lunged toward her. Cael blocked it with his shoulder. They hit the bridge together. Black fingers closed around his throat. Shigure drove his knife through the creature’s back. Its body split into water. Cael rolled away, coughing. The black puddle raced toward the canal. I reached for the living tide. The blue water answered weakly. I pulled it across the bridge.

The silver light erupted from my palms, forming into a high-energy barrier that deflected a hail of arrows and hurled the front line backward like toys in a storm. The battle for the Iron Pass had begun. And the Blood Moon pack was about to learn that they weren't fighting an army. They were fighting an extinction event.

The attackers had retreated, but they had left a message. On the front door, pinned with a knife, was a black rose. And a note: "This is just the beginning. Next time, we won't fail." Elena clenched her fist. They want us to be afraid. They're succeeding, Carla said quietly. No. Elena shook her head. We can't let them. The emergency meeting Two hours later, everyone was in the library. Vittorio, bandaged, pale, but resolute. Marco, his arm in a sling; now both Dante's and Marco's arms were out of commission. The rest, bruised, exhausted, but alive.

Despite their strength, the enemy’s numbers seemed endless. Screams echoed through the battlefield as warriors fell—some from the enemy, some from their own side. The ground turned slick with blood, but Eve refused to yield. She could feel the Blood Moon’s energy pulsating within her, urging her forward, but she knew that this was only the beginning. Then, amid the chaos, her gaze locked onto a familiar figure standing at the heart of the battlefield—the red-eyed woman. A slow, knowing smile curled on the woman’s lips as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.

I was standing in the middle of a battlefield, it was close to the packhouse, scorched and ravaged, shadows dancing across the bloodied earth. I didn’t recognize myself—this wasn’t me, not really. I was only watching. A phantom tethered to the heartbeat of fate. And then I saw him. Luca. He stood tall, chest heaving, his eyes blazing with fury and pain. His shirt was torn, blood seeping from a gash down his arm. Around him, warriors from the Scarlet Moon Pack fought valiantly, holding off Victor’s men who surged forward like demons. And there—Victor.

Barely. The Red Tide surged again, And adapted again. Faster now. More precise. I clenched my jaw hard enough to hurt. They were improving mid-battle. Learning faster than we could counter. And that was the moment it hit me fully. This wasn’t a normal war. This wasn’t even a siege. This was something becoming. Something learning how to end us. I looked across the battlefield. At my pack. At Bloodstone. At the Red Tide pressing forward like a thinking storm.

"We are stronger united!" As we channeled our magic, a radiant barrier formed around us, pushing back against Baddy's dark tendrils. I felt the energy of my warriors flowing with mine, a powerful current of light that surged through the battlefield. But Baddy was relentless. "You think this light can save you?" he cackled, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are merely delaying the inevitable!"

“This isn’t over, Raymond. You may have freed her, but you’ve made an enemy you cannot defeat.” My fists clenched weakly at my sides. “Come for me, Ethan,” I rasped. “I’ll be waiting.” As I lay there beneath the crimson moon, pain tearing through me, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. This battle was only the beginning. And when Ethan came for us, I would be ready.

The wind whips through my fur, my senses attune to every nuance of the battlefield. In this fleeting moment, time seems to stand still. My gaze locks with Beta Arlo's, and then, in an explosion of power and fury, the battle is joined. Claws clash with steel, and fangs gnash against unyielding armour. The battlefield becomes a maelstrom of violence and chaos, a dance of life and death. The soldiers fight with unwavering determination, their resolve unbreakable.