Blood Pact Warhammer Novels & Stories

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.

But within a few days, a groundbreaking piece of news replaced the previous ones, dominating the front pages and igniting the entire werewolf community—The Dark Night Pack had allied with The Red Flame Pack to declare war on The Blue Blood Pack. And the once mythical and nearly extinct Blue Blood Pack responded to the declaration of war. Panic spread among people. Yet, some media outlets referred to the upcoming battle as the 'War of Colors.' There were even entertainment channels and underground gambling establishments setting up bets, leading the masses to speculate on which team, Red, Blue, or Black, would emerge as the ultimate winner. Not surprisingly, the Black team, represented by Har

The battlefield, bathed in moonlight, became a crucible where destinies clashed, and the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Dylan, the orchestrator of vampiric power, raised his hand, signaling the commencement of the supernatural display. The night erupted into a kaleidoscope of dark energies, each elder channeling their unique abilities into the maelstrom. Silas, drawing upon his centuries-old expertise, sought to decipher the nature of the impending onslaught.

he shouted ferociously, venting his anger at us. I spat and wiped the corner of my injured lip. Confidently, I said, “We are the Blood Pack.” as I walked in front of him, watching his movements. “Our people have been through many battles and faced enemies stronger than you. There is no word of surrender in our code of life. I, the Beta, will protect the precious treasures of the Blood Pack until my last breath!” With an indecipherable last strike, I managed to slash Aric's sword, and my claws scraped his chest. His lips let out a cry of pain, and blood rushed from his body. I grinned viciously, taunting him for having lost this battle.

Amos explained to me. "Sarnus is a king, his power after purification is powerful and far superior to other bloods, at least those who can balance his power can only do so at the level of a king like Quintas, if Peter knew that, he would want to kill you, even the blood bat clan." Amos stood in front of me and said to me. "This will all be over soon." Noah said to me. Fall is upon us. Peter and the Blood Bats have formed an alliance and are preparing to wage a major war on both Winpas and Quintas.

"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."

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

He paused, allowing his words settle, and preparing his rebuttal for the coming refusal when Shrowl surprised him with a nod. "We've waged war beyond the border," he continued, hoping he had not faltered, "but in the last two months, the realms soldiers have told of men who would not fall when cut. Men who showed no pain when struck and do not cry out when impaled. Enemies who are simply determined on moving forward and cutting all in their path, leaving only when the battle has run its course. Before I was lost, I fought one of these men alongside the priestess. He possessed a strength greater than any blessed I have encountered, over two dozen arrows did nothing to suppress him, and he con

“Then let’s show her.” As if on cue, Amelia lifted her hand, and the earth trembled. The warlocks in her ranks began chanting, their dark magic pulsing like a living entity, filling the night with shadows that stretched and twisted unnaturally. The Crestmoon pack warriors braced themselves, their growls filling the night. “Hold the line!” Ralph commanded, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Then the shadows attacked.