Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

AXEL I was patiently waiting for Brooke to break the 'news'. It had to be a very trivial thing since James was in the room but with the tension that hung over us, I was not so sure. “Can someone explain to me, what the fuck is going on? ” I ask, taking a smoke out of my pocket. They were putting me on edge and I hated it. They should just let the cat outta the bag! “There's a war coming. Not to the pack alone but to the entire werewolf race. The Blue Meadows Pack has been chosen to lead the war…” Brooke paused, taking a deep breath.

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 cars gradually went towards the forest, the inside was extremely murky, and the road was not even. Jennifer was shaken awake, she suddenly looked at the night around. "Boss, can't go anymore." Will looked at the situation ahead and informed Ivan once. "Okay, let's get going." Ivan calmly replied, taking Jennifer's hair and stroking it up and down. Jennifer didn't know what we were going to do but was terrified by the scene outside. 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.