Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

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.

"You... you used the Forbidden Key. Our father will kill you for touching his private vault, Arion." ​"Father is a bit busy right now," Arion said, his smile fading. "The Pale King’s tower might have collapsed, but the ritual did its job. The veil between our world and the mortals is paper-thin. Half the Demon Army is already across the border, and they aren't there for a vacation." ​Seraphina felt a wave of nausea. "A war has started?" ​"A massacre," Arion corrected. "And it’s all in your name, Seraphina. Father told the generals that the 'Witch-Weapon' was stolen by the humans. He’s using you as an excuse to burn the mortal realm to the ground."

At six months pregnant, I couldn't shift to fight, but my divine power crackled, ready beneath my skin. We reached the panic room just as Morrison's voice boomed across the territory: "Surrender the human witch and her mongrel pup! Return to pure blood, or watch your pack burn!" Through our bonds, I felt Alex's roar of rage shake the very ground. The battle erupted in earnest - Firesude and Paw Pack wolves clashing with Shadow Vale's corrupted forces while Rachel led strikes at their most vulnerable points. "They're targeting the ward nexus points," Sophia reported through their communication system. "Rachel knows exactly where—"

I want to meet someone. “Fifth, the Proxas. They are the type of vampires with the ability to fly. You can only tell if a vampire is Proxas if they have gray eyes. Don't go near the Proxas because sometimes they are vampires who like to play with a human or a vampire. And don't try to fight with them because you will never win," Knox, he's a Proxas? So, I should not pay attention to his actions because he might play like that? Alright.

Blood was spilled in the streets and innocent lives were lost because of their merciless actions. The war between the Bloodshed Pack and the North Riverbed Pack ignited in full force, driven by the latter’s hunger for power and their desire to claim more land. No one was safe. Lord Marcus, a respected beta, fell in battle while defending his wife and children. His sacrifice was in vain because their home was overrun, and the mansion seized by the enemy together with his family.