Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

I coughed with that remark, and then wondered, when did werewolves and humans start to hate each other? If Alarick is saying the truth, why are we still in this fight trying to make someone pay for the loss of one’s kind? Why killing is so normal that for me, it is a quest I am trying to accomplish?

They lashed out, tearing trenches into the metal floor. I countered with a burst of purple fire. The flames collided with the shadows, detonating in a burst of light and darkness that shook the entire chamber. We clashed again fist to fist. Flame against shadow. Lightning against corrupted mana. Our blows shattered machinery, crumpled steel supports, and blasted through walls like paper. The facility trembled under every strike. Drazhan’s laugh echoed through the collapsing corridors. “This power,” he snarled, “this darkness... it makes me unstoppable!”

I walked down the alleyway trying to come up to the road when a hand gripped my arm and slammed me against the dark walls. My head hit the brick and for a moment, all I saw was red before I blinked, trying to have some light. Blakes face came to view and he had a smirk on, smoke puffing out his mouth. Alcohol was stenched all over him. He looked deadly and scary like a roaring predator with red eyes..... ......and I'm his prey.

I can't let anyone use Ruby. "All you two have to do is stay in that room while he has the barrier up. Death won't be able to use you against me like that." Quix's eyes turned pure white and an uncharacteristic smirk came to his lips. "You think Death can't reach you? Foolish. We haven't met yet, my name is War and my power is to make others my puppets. Especially easy with my own brother's minions." Holly glared at him. "Let Quix go."

She looked away, her heart beating fast in her chest. She had heard that name before. Everyone had. Dominic Romano—the man they called The Black King. He was the heir to the Romano Mafia Empire. People said he never smiled. That he didn’t forgive. That his hands were clean not because he avoided blood, but because others cleaned up after him. And now she was being given to him. Like a gift. Like an object or what will she call it. “Why?” Amara whispered. Carla sighed. “It’s a peace deal. Between your uncle and the Romanos. The marriage will stop the fighting. And you… you’re the only Leone girl left.”

We continued eating breakfast when the mind link suddenly opened up for me and Sebastian. It would seem that the dark warlock has approached them. Bridget started, “Can I help you?” He replied, “You can. My name is Payne. I am a dark warlock. Can we talk for a bit?” Bridget replied, “Sure. What would you like to talk about?” He sighed, “I need to know why my father had to die in your war. He wasn’t in Dune’s coven.” Bridget replied, “A lot of dark warlocks died needlessly in that war. It was because Dune’s father, Remus, had placed a spell on many covens to make them attack us. It wasn’t until after the spell was discovered, and broken, that we discovered they were fighting against their wil

It was a kiss of war. ​As their lips touched, the shadow-mark on Dave’s chest flared with a violent, violet light. Laura watched in horror as a stream of shimmering, obsidian energy—the very essence of the Pact—flowed out of Dave and into Sarah. The air groaned. The platform under their feet buckled, cracking like ice under a heavy blow. Sarah didn't just accept the energy; she drank it in, her form solidifying, turning from a ghostly apparition into a being of absolute, terrifying presence. ​The betrayal hung in the air like ozone after a lightning strike.

I didn’t know they were that big. “I have my suspicions that Black Wind has the biggest foothold in the underground, but that’s another conversation,” he said. “They like to play neutral between Midnight and Warhammer. The news broadcasts, loud and clear that Warhammer is the biggest, most powerful pack. It’s true to a degree. But it’s not the whole truth.” “A degree?” “Neither Mordecai nor Uriel have enough charisma to pull enough packs willingly under their banners, so they will never manage to grow their land stake enough to beat out Warhammer in size.”

"Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce." "Warhammer Bruce? He was a part of DelaVega City? This complicates things," Warhammer Bruce was a legend on the continent. He was a famous combat mage, not any less so than his father back then. He's a lot older than Saxon but in terms of strength he was not a bit weaker, he may even be slightly stronger. Xasha had fought Beemo before, and he could never stand up to his Saxon in terms of strength. So he wasn't sure how he would defeat Warhammer Bruce.

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."