Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

I gave him a pained expression, “You’re saying as if we aren’t at fault.” “....” He knew what I was talking about. “We both knew what was happening all along and we chose to turn a blind eye to it. We both are as guilty as our parents.” Note: Werewolf venom is present in their fangs and is deadly to vampires but werewolves and vampires have been on a peace treaty for ages so they no longer use it.

"I'm out. I'm not interested in your foolish army of blockheads and I'm also not interested in you anymore, Hanna Packwood." She stared at me in shock. "Aren't those blue eyes getting brighter, Hillary? Your kills are increasing and so is your strength. Soon enough, you'd have killed a lot of people like your murderous father, Anthony Hunter. A strong werewolf like yourself would have been very valuable in this uprising of mine...but I can't force you and it seems like you've made your decision already. By the way, a hunter in my group would only generate chaos and trouble, as they always do."

“None. No one. You are the final hope for the light to survive, there were many before, but none after. If you failed, or walked away from the battle – as so many others before you did, he will gain his power back and slowly destroy human kind.” "But then... That power in the battle, the one ordained for this to happen, why didn't it stop him." Art asked with a confused frown. "If it was that powerful..." "It is powerful, but it is also the natural rule of the universe. The light and dark can be defeated, but never destroyed without the pact signed. So he signed that part and he lives now. And he signed the pact, because he knew he can't be destroyed." “And you are telling us, that we have t

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

Evelyn gritted her teeth, black blood began to seep from the veins at her neck and along her arms. “Shut up… I am not you.” “Are you sure? When you used blood to save him… you accepted the sins of your ancestors.” Genesis laughed, the sound echoing from the depths of the abyss. “Primal blood does not choose the weak. It chooses those willing to sacrifice everything.” --- Crimson Pact temporary base in the southern bunker. Adrian burst into the control room, shouting over the alarms: “Seraphim is out of control! Power levels are increasing exponentially!”

Almirah happily cheered the woman, showing her support. “Go finish that abomination already,” Niklais shouted with enthusiasm. “Fighting!” we all stated, giving her our utmost moral support. She just nodded at us with a curve on her lips. After a while, she returned her focus to the enemy. “Is your friend really serious about forming a blood pact with Belphegor? I’ve been living in your subconscious mind for 11 years and without you knowing, your body used to my existence within you. And maybe that’s the reason why we had formed a blood pact successfully. Your body built a connection with me just before you know it. If your friend won this fight, I doubt she can control Belphegor’s power. It

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

He closed his fist, blood still dripping from his palm. “Then no one touches her,” he said quietly. “Not Ironclaw or anyone.” The Seer nodded once, solemn. “The bond is made. The Blood Pact has begun.” I knew one thing for certain, the river hadn’t chosen peace that day. It had chosen war.

Outside, the wind picked up, carrying the scent of moss, blood, and moonlight. The Blood Pact had been forged. And the war ahead would not find them unprepared.

But I felt it. I didn’t know it was for her. I didn’t know I’d just lost one mate to the other’s hand. All I knew was this: The war had crossed a line. And I was done playing defense. The Tsar of the Russian mafia and the Alpha of the wolves were going to war with Bathory and Cross. And this time, I wasn’t planning on losing.