Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

“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.

I was sure the Kimballs must have lost a few more than that, but then, they were a bigger pack. The thing was, it took a lot to kill werewolves. Fatalities were usually pretty low, even in a pack war. Wounded enemies would be left to live or die while the mobile combatants moved on to another fight, and they often lived. I’d been counting on that when I turned Kimball into a monster. He looked fucking horrifying, but that was more for shock and awe. And because I wanted to. I’d assumed most of his victims would live to tell the tale.

"Whether ghost or human, you won't escape if you dare to kill me!" Her nails scratched his wrist, and the sharp teeth retracting from her neck. A blood-red light flowed over her, healing deep wounds as it passed. Bowing his head to Laura, his voice laced with a caged murderous intent, he spoke, "Daring to seal a blood pact without permission... Do you understand the price?" As he spoke, his sharp teeth were already touching Laura's wrist. "I have nothing left, so I fear no loss." Laura stared at him with a completely indifferent expression.

A large werewolf, which was camouflaged with the blanket of darkness that the moonless night sky had brought, paced back and forth at the center of the formation. His countenance spoke of the years that he had spent on the battlefield. His sharp gaze shifted from the plains before them to the looming shadow of the colossal black wolf that stood at the forefront of their army. The aura of bloodthirst for the loss of his son could be felt from meters away from him. Even the delta-ranked wolves and hybrids could not help but recoil at the sight of the bloodthirsty B Pack's alpha. Through the temporary blood pact, the myriad of races with no shared links in the first place was able to communicat

He's always dying inside, but no one knows His hands gripped the door handle, trying not to open it with all his might, but in vain He walked out with trembling legs "I want to k-kill myself I'm not going to turn into a monster, I'm not going to drink human blood." He mumbled, his teeth clenched "Argh," his body was in excruciating pain, as if all of his tissues were tearing apart He yelled and growled in an odd animal voice Adrik yelled as he walked through Darwin's room

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

With a cruel smirk on his face, he scanned the opposing forces. The pack members stood tall, their eyes filled with unwavering resolve, while the witches and fae murmured incantations to bolster their magical defenses. The vampires, with their predatory instincts honed and sharpened, prepared for the brutal fight ahead. The guardians, their faces stern, prepared their weapons, the light of determination burning in their eyes. The ground trembled as Lazarus raised his demonic staff high, unleashing a torrent of dark magic that cut through the air like lightning, slamming into the earth in a fiery explosion. The force of it sent shockwaves through the ground, shaking the very foundations of Al