Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

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.

Hope bloomed weakly in my chest. “The witch had allies,” the seer added grimly. “Ancient ones. Creatures born of old grudges and forgotten blood pacts. This war is not over.” Damon opened his eyes. Clearer this time. “Then we prepare,” he said, voice firmer than it had been since the battle. “No more waiting.” He turned to the guard. “Get him fed. Clean his wounds. He survives because the pack survives.” Relief flooded the guard’s face as healers moved forward.

Strategy required logic and patience which Mammon so rarely exhibited. “They had the Holy Lance.” Mammon showed him the spear in his hand. “I had to pull this out of the Leviathan’s eye. How did they even get their hands on this?” “And they had a nephilim with them,” Belphegor added. “He had the look of one of the archangels.” There had been the tall boy that had wielded an axe and was painfully besotted with Lilith’s daughter. With their places in opposite sides of this war, there shouldn’t have been chances for star-crossed romances but mortals would find away.

Then came the attack. It was subtle at first—whispers in the dark, fleeting shadows darting across the edges of vision, objects shifting impossibly. But soon, the assault escalated, a full-scale infiltration that caught the pack off guard. Shadows coiled around warriors, biting, corrupting, twisting them into puppets of the elder’s will. Screams echoed, chaos erupted, and the bond flared in warning. “Form ranks!” Dresden shouted, energy bursting outward, repelling the corrupted pack members. “Mara, with me! Now!”

Its lips curled into something that might once have been a smile. Then it struck. The battle began in earnest, the first blow of a war that would tear Archview apart. And somewhere deep within the monstrous heart now beating beneath black fur and corrupted power, the last remnants of Becky Everglade screamed as she was swallowed whole. Elise barely managed to twist aside before the ground where she had been standing exploded inward.

She was in a tough position now that Sariel and Barbatos had been sent among the troops, she figured that the commander was one of the elite pilgrims himself. ‘This is bad. I can’t face them all alone’ She thought and propped her hand back in place, she summoned her other weapon and prepared to fight Barbatos. Barbatos wasted no time and jumped into action swinging his Warhammer rapidly causing tremors to ripple over the atmosphere and the earth blasting Lucifer one by one by one. His speed was overwhelming to the tired Lucifer, each hammer smash Lucifer’s bone broke. Swinging the large Warhammer for the last time, the base smashed into Lucifer blasting her through a mountain, blood flew out

Her pistol appeared in her hand, “Weapons at the ready Gentlemen.” Despite their nightmarish appearance, the mass of flesh and fangs didn't utter a single peep. Neither did the ring leader. The smell of dead tissue and ichor attacked ahead of the horrific mob. Tears formed in Warren's eyes, “Man, I see the flesh golems are a double threat.” Jack raised the modern assault rifle to his shoulder, “It's time to roll the dice,” he moved behind Grace and warred, his breath hung in the frosty night air before it drifted into nothingness.