Blood Of Heroes Wow Novels & Stories

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Lucas still had the guy by the throat and threatened to kill him while the football team tried to pull them apart, but Lucas was strong, and Sapphira and El looked at each other with horror as they realised he was about to shift. "Enough!" The whole group went utterly still as Alpha Kai stood tall a few feet away. His dark curly hair rippled slightly in the breeze, but his deep hazel eyes were fixed on Lucas. Lucas shuddered and let go of the football player as the Alpha's command registered, his whole body dropping to the floor as people moved aside to let the Alpha through. "You want to fight someone, Lucas? Fight me." Lucas looked nauseous and started to apologise, "Alpha, I-"

I should have questioned him, but the lust for blood was a little too overwhelming. Breathing heavily. I crouch beside his lifeless body, ripping the mask from his face, and I turn his head to the side, looking for any marks on his flesh that could give me an indication as to who these men are or who they work for. I turn his head to the other side, and a dog tag peeks out from under his shirt. “Fucking mercenaries!” I hiss, ripping the chain from around his neck, and I shove it into my pants pocket.

He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely: “The holy blood... turns out to be just the beginning. Evelyn, you sealed Azrael with love, but that love is now the knife that makes the world bleed.” He looked up, his shadow blending into the night. Behind him, hundreds of remaining Hunters gathered. Their eyes were shining, no longer believing in God, only hatred for blood. Callen raised the test tube high, the blood inside it glowing: “Valenfort must be purified! Let the Blood Emperor know that humanity is still alive!”

I sidestepped his attack and drove my claws into his chest, ripping out his heart with a savage twist of my hand. His eyes bulged as he collapsed to the ground, his already pale body turning sickly ash as it thinned before my eyes. The black organ dissolved in my grasp. With our inhuman speed, this fight probably lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours. I stood there for a moment, panting heavily as the adrenaline slowly began to fade. The girl. She was going to die without my blood. Cursing under my breath, I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and slit my wrist with the claw of the other hand and Logan immediately brought the girl to me.

On our way across the pier, the Alpha of our pack, Shadow Rael was giving a welcome address to the event of the night since we were the hosting pack this year. Suddenly, the sky turned red, a blood moon. If anyone told me I would live to see one I wouldn’t have believed them. After all, no one ever hopes to see a bad omen. We all stopped in our tracks and the guest began to mumble amongst themselves in feats of panic.

“Did you know about her hair color when you chose her?” “Her hair was brown, I was attracted to her grace and movement, I hadn’t seen her anywhere before the hunt, so no. I didn’t know her hair was white until she had bathed after we reached my tent.” Orel said as Admon grew more agitated. “Will somebody tell us what is going on here?” Cale said with his loud voice that made Admon turn to him. “There is a prophesy that only a white doe can save the Dar empire after a true warrior save her life, without this doe, the Dar empire will be lost, destroyed and forgotten within a hundred years.” Admon explained as the rest started to pay attention.

Ronan staggered but grinned. "You're slowing down, brother," he spat the word with venom. Derek was slowing. His arms trembled from exhaustion. The fights with the Rogues had drained him. Blood poured from a gash on his shoulder, and every movement pulled at it. Ronan’s hand disappeared into his coat. When it emerged, it held a blade—blackened steel, old, and cursed. It pulsed with an eerie red glow. Derek's eyes widened. "That blade..." "Forged with the blood of traitors and Alpha flesh," Ronan said. "Fitting for the end of you."

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

The photos I had secretly taken of him became the strongest proof of my love for him. Sean's expression changed slightly, but Kayla refused to give up. "Photos alone prove nothing!" "Then what about this?" Steve suddenly asked. He tossed a USB drive in front of Sean. "Sean. You found someone to carry a child for you because of a dying woman. You deceived Grandpa. You even fabricated your bloodline. How can you face the ancestors of the Freeman family in the afterlife?" "What did you say?" Sean's grandpa's expression changed dramatically. Sean's eyes narrowed.