Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

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.

added my Zeta. There was a lot at stake. If war broke out in this pack it would cause a lot of problem for everyone.

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.

It may not have been substantial, but it was sufficient to sustain me. This battle, this conflict—it did not belong to me. However, I was now caught up in it, and in order to survive, I would have to be more intelligent, quicker, and more powerful than I had ever been. I now understand that the disorder around me was not a grand, apocalyptic battle. It was a minor altercation - a brutal dispute between a small werewolf pack and a vampire group within the city. A struggle for land, authority, and existence. It wasn't my fight, yet I found myself pulled right into the heart of it.