Blood Blockade Battlefront Season 2 Novels & Stories

The rest scrambled, shouting orders in Russian, but chaos had already taken hold. Nathan moved fast, taking down a soldier before he could even lift his gun. Matteo was right behind him, ruthless and precise. Bullets cut through the air. The docks turned into a battlefield, the sharp scent of gunpowder mixing with the salt of the sea. Bratva soldiers fought back, but they were outmatched. Nathan ducked behind a container, firing two shots. One hit a man in the chest, the other in the head. Luca’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “They have got reinforcements coming from the south!”

A group of witches and rogues were gathered near the riverbank, their voices low as they worked to erect some kind of barrier. “They’re trying to block the crossing,” Marcus whispered. I nodded. “We’ll split into two groups. Marcus, take the others and circle around to the east. I’ll lead a frontal assault to draw their attention.” He hesitated. “Lola, that’s risky.” “We don’t have time to debate,” I said sharply. “Move.” Marcus nodded reluctantly and signaled for his team to follow. I watched them disappear into the trees before turning to the remaining fighters. “Wait for my signal,” I whispered, my fingers tightening around the hilt of my dagger.

Harlie waved her hand in front of Brielle’s face, trying to regain her attention. “Earth to Brielle.” Scarlett chuckled. “Care to fill us in?” Brielle took another sip of her latte, as an unwarranted grin formed on her lips, before taking a deep breath. “Ryker is dropping out of the Battle of the Alpha’s.” Both Harlie and Scarlett shot off the bed as they exclaimed in unison. “What?” They briefly glanced at each other, noticing they had done the exact same thing at the same time, eyeing each other cautiously.

And there—waiting at the edge of the submerged core—stood Natalia Cross, her scarred face twisted in cold triumph, dark eyes burning with deadly intent. "You should’ve stayed dead..." she hissed. Underwater Battle Begins Before we could respond, Natalia’s war mech guards swarmed the flooded platform, cutting off our escape routes. Damien surged forward, slamming into two advancing soldiers, forcing them into the collapsing steel supports with merciless strength.Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two combat drones with precise, deadly shots. I dodged sharply, forcing back three more guards, breathing sharp as gunfire echoed across the drowning structure. Kyle’s urgent voice crack

Her cry, a rallying call, resonated throughout the battlefield. The enemy’s counterforce, now alerted to the defenders’ resilience, surged forward with renewed vigor. The clash intensified, and the safe house’s defenders fought with the desperation of those who knew that the future of the Blue Moon Pack hung in the balance. The noise of battle reached a fevered pitch—the air thick with the scent of blood, rain, and the palpable tension of lives on the edge.

Maybe as long as we were together, everything would be okay. We could do this. I could do this. 'When?' I said, looking up at the shield above our heads as the blue light crackled across its surface. Blake had raised his hand to give the signal, and when he dropped it, with a battle cry to rival the fiercest of warriors, the frontlines of the opposing forces began to run towards each other across the vast battlefield. 'Now would be a good time,' Ethan said, his eyes narrowing, as we watched the gap between the armies grow smaller and smaller.

“Who are they?” Evren wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and shrugs lightly. “Everyone.” “Everyone?” “It’s time to settle the score with the rogues once and for all,” Jace declares. But the rogues don’t slow down even when they see the blockade. They charge straight into it, driven by rage and numbers. The collision is violent. The first line of Stormblood wolves meets them head-on, jaws clashing and bodies slamming together with enough force to echo against the cliffs. Deathclaw flanks from the sides, cutting off any chance of escape, their movements sharp and brutally efficient.

Massive blocks of stone and barrels of burning pitch rained down from the high redoubts, smashing through the delicate wooden decks of the transport skiffs and setting the sea itself ablaze with a slick, floating layer of burning oil. Down in the suffocating smoke of the fish-markets, the land battle was rapidly drawing to a brutal, localized conclusion. Trapped between the steady, crushing advancement of Vance’s heavy infantry wedge and the lethal, erratic strikes of Natalia’s cavalry vanguard, the remnants of the elite Janissaries were being systematically driven back toward the edge of the stone piers. Those who refused to drop their weapons were cut down where they stood; those who surre

On the main highway leading out of the city toward the Bloodmoon Estate, a convoy of black SUVs was trying to force its way through the blockade. ‎ ‎Magnus’s personal guard. ‎ ‎But they weren't getting through. The mob was swarming them. Shifters in wolf form were leaping onto the hoods of the cars, smashing windshields. ‎ ‎"He's losing control of his own territory," Kaelen said. "The supply lines are cut. His reinforcements from the city garrison can't get back to the mansion to defend him because the people are blocking the roads." ‎ ‎"He's isolated," I realized.

At the top of the stairs, a heavy wooden door blocked the exit. I didn’t slow down. I drove my shoulder into it. The wood shattered outward. Cold air rushed into my lungs as I stumbled onto an open stone courtyard. And the battlefield revealed itself. Wolves clashed across the entire city. Vehicles burned in the streets. Warriors from Frostbite and allied packs fought against rogue forces in brutal close combat. The sky above the fortress was thick with smoke. My breath caught. For a moment I simply stood there. Because across the battlefield… I felt him.