Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

“We have two choices. Fight through the lower levels to the emergency exit, or use the pact we just took to override the wards.” “And the catch?” Elara asked. She could hear it in his voice. There was always a catch with old power. “The catch is the pact needs a blood cost. Mine, yours, or Kade’s. And it binds us to the First Line’s terms. Once we use it, we’re not just rogues fighting a dead Warden. We’re players in a war that’s been waiting 300 years to restart.” Kade pushed off the wall. “Then stop talking and start bleeding. I’m not dying in a tomb because I was too scared to use what’s mine.”

It's been centuries since the Werewolves and Vampires were nemesis. It began in, well it's actually an unknown year to make an exact guess. Since no one of the current living knew they had to either keep researching or just mark their own date of the year that started it all. June nineteenth. The Werewolves Head Council Leader and the Vampires Head Council Leader called a War Council meeting with all Council members. "Now, we are going to set a date for the war. If anyone disagrees with anything signal in the usual way. As a reminder all you need to do is raise either hands until called upon. At that point, you can speak your mind. Everyone understands? Everyone agree?" Stated the Head Coun

But she understood. I leaned forward, both palms on the table. “We hit him before he hits us. We pull the ground out from under his feet. By the time Jaxson realizes he’s lost control of the game, it’ll be too late. And this time, there’s no creature. No witch. Just wolves. And wolves know how to die.” The silence that followed wasn’t hesitation, it was resolved. Camerin, Micah, Kate they were all staring at me with the same fire burning in their eyes. War was coming. And it would be ours.

Blake and that vampire were planning something again. Something nefarious. I could feel it in my blood. "Get Rika!" I could barely hear Axel shouting orders. But I was already falling into darkness. The war wasn't just coming. It was already here.

Forming new image. Bat-winged sigil. Massive. Burning across the entire horizon. Impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. The vampires aren't just claiming blood-right. They're declaring war. And they want everyone to know it. In the distance, a bat-winged sigil burns upon the horizon.

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged

But the strange thing was — not everyone looked… human. I blinked hard, thinking maybe it was the light playing tricks. Then I saw it clearly. Here and there, people moved through the crowd with the same stillness and control I’d come to recognize in Perth — that unnatural grace. Vampires. And they weren’t alone. Some of them had others with them — humans, I guessed — wearing collars like mine. Some were connected by thin chains, others by leather leashes, all following closely behind their masters. My mouth went dry.

"The Harrison Pack!" Mr Glamora mumbled within himself after hearing Cornor's Explanations "Interesting, And what makes you so sure Glamora?" Hambora taunted with a smug "It's Harrison Pack Hambora, during the Fatal War, not Everyone died Remember and besides, It's only the Harrison Pack that will have a Mixture of Supernatural breeds within a Single Pack!" Glamora Replied and Hambora nodded, he knew better than not to get on Glamora's tail whenever the Harrison Pack were mentioned, his Wife had been killed during the Fatal War and ever since then, his grudge for the Harrison Pack had only deepened.

My mate sneers at the werebear. “Royal Beta,” Alpha Brett stands to address my mate and the rest of us. “After what I saw occur, we can’t go to war with this witch. Those creatures annihilated my pack. Killed over twenty of my warriors and at least a dozen of yours. We don’t stand a chance. We can't take them on again.”