Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

She knew Damien too well—he never did anything without a hidden agenda. “What do you want in return?” she asked. Damien’s gaze flickered to her, something unreadable in his eyes. “For now, just your trust.” Eve didn’t trust him. But she knew one thing—if the Elders had recruited something more dangerous than werewolves, they were in more trouble than they thought. ________________________________________ Luca and Damien stood in the center of the clearing, their warriors forming a circle around them. The Blood Pact was an ancient ritual, one that bound allies in war. Breaking it meant death.

Brandon strikes Alpha Sinclair, slashing him across his chest and slicing his body in two. Wesley hits another alpha by the name of Gordon, right on the left side of his face. The mace smashes his head in, making the blood splatter over other alphas scream. The war erupts, and both men are surrounded by numerous men, attacking them with full force. The dark man slowly retreats, nodding to his men to go and find his price. "Wait... you need to stay and help. This. This is a minor setback. Please, help us." Hector says as he holds him by the arm.

He knew how important this was, it was the same mistake his father made by attacking them but then there was no justification for what he had done. He nursed no fear as marched on with his army kf Vampires, Edmund standing Close to him prepared to fight side by side. Each one of them had weakened a man’s resolve. Soon they approached the Blood moon pack Marching straight to the middle of the pack. "Caleb!" Melvin screamed on top of his voice. The anger in his voice rattled everywhere around every corner as people hurried into their cabin. There was silence…Enough silence that one could hear a pin drop.

from the voice at my back. I sucked on my breath and turned. The bastard deity is leaning on the barricade a yard away with a sly smile plastered on his face.

We make it to the stage and everyone is still being super noisy. Okay quiet down everyone. I would like you all to meet your new Luna. Her name is Savannah but you have to call her Luna. Now let's get started. Jackson says into the microphone An Elder steps forward and clears his throat. Jackson and I take hands as the elder talks about what it means to have a Luna in the pack and how she must be powerful and strong and be well respected. When he's done talking he hands Jackson the blade and Jackson cuts his palm and holds it over the chalice as blood drips into the chalice. Than Jackson passes me the blade and I do the same thing. Jackson and I take hands again as the elder starts to speak

The war party halted, fanning out into formation. Aria’s pulse quickened. From the darkness ahead came a sound a low, guttural snarl that didn’t belong to any living wolf. Then red eyes blinked open in the gloom. Dozens of them. The Bloodspawn surged forward hulking, twisted shapes half-flesh, half-shadow, fangs dripping with black venom. The ground shook beneath their charge. Kael drew his blade. “Hold the line!” The pack responded in perfect unison, shifting forms in a blur of motion claws and teeth gleaming in the fading light.

“That’s not what I think should have happened. I mean, who cares who Shaun chose? What their pack does isn’t anyone’s business. I’m just saying that Vincent Dawn HAS to be behind this. I’m just confused because now he’s put his whole pack and his allies in danger.” The door creaked open and Allie-Jean walked out. She was dressed now and there was still sleep in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked. Peter and I looked at each other uneasily, but just for a moment. I knew I was going to have to tell her as soon as possible or her brother would show up and tell her himself. I had to prepare her and the rest of our pack NOW. War was now declared. So I told her.

He crossed his arms at the elbows and held his hands out to William, palms up. William regarded him for a long moment, as if considering something. Then he gripped the other man's arms fiercely in the same fashion and dragged his face close in a show of staunch solidarity. "I will lead you as my brothers," he growled. He released one of Empusa's hands and bit into his own arm. Empusa lowered his head to the wound and drank of the powerful blood that was unique to William. Sekhmet and Paoli followed suit; creating blood bonds that would hold them to each other.

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.