Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

"What's your name?" The brunette hesitated, the fire dimming as uncertainty crept in. "Katie." "Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Bobby." The vampire nodded towards her colleague. "This is Alex. You probably recognise him from when our team infiltrated the pack under the guise of working with your old alpha." "Yeah, I remember. Had a face like you were permanently sucking a lemon." The she-wolf snipped. "Still do." "Maybe it was the company that was leaving a sour taste." Alex shot back calmly, his not-so-subtle insult hitting its mark perfectly.

A pair of witches in long green coats passed by, their eyes glowing faintly as they whispered to each other. A group of wolves in human form lounged by a fountain, their gazes following me with open suspicion. And then there were the vampires. They didn’t walk so much, more of gliding, moving with that unnatural grace I’d only ever seen in movies. Every single one of them seemed aware of me, like they could smell what I was under the ward. “This is…” I began. “A lot?” Davorin finished. “Yeah. Definitely a lot.” We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs.

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.

The room grew darker and his energy surged. Without warning, the doors behind us burst open, and soldiers from the G.H.C. They were heavily armed in their robots suits as they took positions beside the Prime Order. I realized then that this had been the plan all along—an effort between the Prime Order and the G.H.C soldiers to take down Blackthorn. The battle that followed was chaotic. Shadows clashed with energy blasts, fists met steel, and the sound of fights filled the room. Phantom was everywhere at once, dodging Damon’s attacks.The rest of the Prime Order were engaged in their own fights, holding back Damon’s shadow creatures.

I wasn't ready to risk my own pack's lives like that. Of course, I could be noble all I wanted, but I couldn't control what other packs did, and clearly the trend had caught on. As soon as the large cluster of enemy wolves arrived, sprinting out from behind trees, and peeking out from atop hills, wolfsbane darts began raining down on us. Alex and I pushed forward, both having built up high tolerances at school, ready to start picking off their men, especially the ones in human form shooting the darts that would be helpless against us in our wolf forms.

"Who cares what kind of rain it is? No one can bother us now." I watched coldly as I smiled mockingly. 'Enjoy it while you can. This is the last hot bath you will ever have in your life.' Through the cameras outside the bunker, I saw the people drenched in blood rain begin to convulse. Their skin quickly turned gray, their bloodshot eyes bulged, and animal-like growls tore from their throats. A man in a suit who had been sheltering from the rain suddenly lunged at the person beside him and bit through his neck. Blood sprayed across the storefront window like a fountain.

“We cannot allow that. We plan on locating August, bringing him into the town to co-ordinate the pack, and lead them against the Van Helsings. “In this act, bringing an armed force in such numbers and taking advantage of a disaster to attack packs during their weakest moments,” Greg continued lifting his chin. “The Van Helsings have declared war on werewolf kind, and werewolf kind will rally.” “War,” Heath murmured. Through their joined hands she felt his concern and shock. He had been preparing for a war in building the bunker beneath the river house, and yet now that it was before him, he was taken aback to find that it was not the war that he had anticipated. “How can werewolves fight a w

Towering death engines strode across the field, each step shuddering the ground, their armor carved with jagged teeth. Smaller skull-crawlers scuttled low, vomiting corrosive plasma that melted through metal like acid on paper. Above, skeletal hovercrafts swooped and shrieked, leaving streaks of red light as they dropped Shadow Pack soldiers straight into the carnage. It was a war between men and monsters. And the monsters were winning. Kaid, Thane, Ryker, and Caspian moved as one. Because of the Apex brothers’ involvement, everything changed. Once they charged into battle, most of the enemies turned their attention to them. the ground was shaking each time they struck. Their rage drew the

I rasped. Arwan looked away, hiding his emotionless face, “Very correct, keep reading.” “In the year 1770, a war broke out between the lycanthropic dragons against the real werewolves, dark walkers, shadow creatures, and Apex predators. All with one aim, eradicating the forbidden seed” “Wow, a lot of people want me dead,” I voiced out in sadness. “Just keep reading Melonie,” Arwan scolded.

He raised his hand and violently broke Urza's neck, causing everyone to gasp in shock He fell to the ground with a twisted neck and his features that immediately turned pale "Exactly...it's my girl." ... ((You are the disaster to which I am anxious to fall.)) “What did you do?” Their leader shouted angrily and pulled out his sword so that his soldiers would take out their swords as well and surround Zain at the same time. Prepare the Alpha Soldiers for transformation and display their self in a readytoattack pose Aaron sighed and closed his eyes tiredly at his brother's recklessness and then opened his eyes to stare at his silent father Stephen, confident that he was boiling inside. "Do you