Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

His muscles tensed as he exchanged a glance with his Beta, who was already mind-linking the sentinels on duty. Then it happened. A deafening silence. A sharp breeze. And suddenly chaos. Dark figures emerged from the shadows, red eyes glowing like burning embers. Their movements were swift, unnatural. Vampires. They came in waves, launching themselves at the pack with deadly precision. "Defend the borders!" Ryker's voice echoed across the battlefield, a powerful command that shook the ground beneath them. The warriors shifted instantly, their bones cracking as they took their massive wolf forms. Snarls and growls filled the night, clashing against the eerie silence of the vampires’ movements.

He made his message clear. “About that call…” Beta Jerome made a suspense in his voice. “There is another war going out there. This time it is not like the first one. Hodor, that scumbag has officially declared a war against all the races.” “And? Is there something more?” Alpha Mikhail is delighted by the news. He wants a fight. Never had he ever dreamed of making peace with the vampires. Their race had killed a lot of members from his kin and the only way to avenge them is a bloodbath.

In the vast, gloomy clearing, the two groups met for the impending battle. The air was thick with tension; eyes gleamed with the determination of each individual. On Kratos' side, the bloodthirsty vampires were positioned in formation, ready to attack. At his side, Marcos, Nolan's father, led the rogue wolves who had betrayed their own people in pursuit of power.

Malik cried, his voice thick with desperation. "This is not the time for tears, Alpha," his father responded, his tone resolute. "A life for a thousand lives, Malik." His gaze hardened with intense seriousness. "You must become the terror of the werewolves, the force that avenges this wrongdoing." He grasped Malik's wrists firmly and placed his son’s right palm over his heart. "Promise me, promise that you'll pursue vengeance for our deaths until your last breath."

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was wrong, Sarah’s the only irresponsible vampire in history. There's not one single reference of a member of the royal family leaving the kingdom. It's like none of my ancestors even anticipated an incident like this. "Good going Sarah, there are better ways to punish me for not paying attention to you, this is just too much! I don't even know if you're dead or alive. Please come home." A slight knock interrupted my monologue. Rhea? This feels weird and unexpected. I guess she's still our friend after all.

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Humans have the least amount. iii. Derivation: Derived from the roots “Zhil” (Shadow/Darkness) and “Vae” (Pulse/Breath/Energy) 2. Vae-vhalir (VAY-vah-leer): i. Short meaning: Witches/Warlocks. ii. Full meaning: The one who masters the pulse/energy. This name is for those who can manipulate and control their zhil vae to perform curses or spells but have not been corrupted or succumbed to it.

A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The war starts here, weapon. A note fluttered from her pocket, unnoticed until now: Fight or fall, weapon. The courtyard seals it. The crescent moon symbol glared, and the streetlamps flickered, the rally’s distant noise fading to a drone. Alice’s scar glowed brighter, heat surging, and she froze, the cult’s plan tightening like a noose. She bolted across the courtyard, Kane’s voice calling, Liam’s plea echoing, Mira’s text burning, Rhea’s taunt biting, Elara’s touch fading. The cult’s web was closing, and she was its center.

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.