Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

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

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

The Voltraks hissed at the contact their body made with the soulbind arrows, screaming out in pains, more and more of them were brought down but still they grew and were charging fiercely. From behind Mansion . From the shadows. Too many. One of the Voltraks descended on one of the pack members, almost tearing him apart. Walmer lunged in time, driving the soulbind arrow into its back, it screamed out, it soul leaving its body and it crumpled to dust. Even at that, they fought back— to back. Blade on fangs, blood smeared on everyone’s faces. The night echoed with growls, screams, and the drumming heartbeat of war.

"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—”

Before he shut the door, he leaned in, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “This is war now,” he said. “And anyone who comes for you answers to me.” The door closed. The engine started. And as the car pulled away, I realized something terrifying and undeniable— I was no longer just standing beside Dante Romano. I was standing inside his war. And he would burn the world down before he let it take me.

Chapter 62 The harsh, fluorescent lights of the underground garage buzzed overhead, casting long, distorted shadows against the damp concrete. Nora stared at the five men blocking her path. Four of them were elite warriors of the Blood Moon Pack, their faces stony, their hands resting near the tactical blades strapped to their thighs. In the center stood Pablo.

My eyes scanned the environment meticulously, making sure that nothing was missing because this war was an opportunity for me to finally take out Damon, to destroy him and his allies, and take back what was rightfully mine. A few minutes after the soldiers from my pack took their positions, the warriors from Moonblood Pack appeared, yelling loudly with their heavy weapons swaying in the air. There were a lot of them, even larger than my own army but I wasn’t fazed thanks to the information Beta Connor had provided us with. "Archers! Now!" Kade gave the signal and his commands were carried out. The first set of warriors from Moonblood, about a hundred of them, were shot down dead.

Magic flickered and died. In their third rank, I saw the hooded warlocks, their eyes glowing white, their mouths spilling ancient chants that twisted the battlefield. My magic met theirs in a violent clash of will. I didn’t hold back. Their constructs faltered. Some collapsed in the mud, sparks dying in their broken cores. The tide of death slowed but it wasn’t over. A presence shifted behind me. I turned and saw the blade coming. It plunged toward my heart. And broke on contact.