Blood War Book Novels & Stories

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

"Really." "Yeah, when I first heard about Yvonne's death, I thought maybe she was sick or something related with old age, but then when I heard that she was murdered, I became seriously bothered because for a full century no Alpha has been killed, and the last time an Alpha was murdered was when the Blood moon Beast came." "What is a Blood moon Beast?" Taz asked. "It's a powerful werewolf, which history has it to be the first true Alpha who appears in every blood moon in to cleanse and purify the land."

* Trigger Warning, this book contains violence, dark fantasy, abuse, death, murder, and trauma* Prologue Blood was everywhere, on the ceiling, the floors, the bed. The coppery smell of the warm red liquid filled the air, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I rubbed my blood-covered hands through my hair. The rage simmered as the adrenaline left my body. It was like I was stuck in a haze. Why was I covered in blood, and who did it belong to?

I tense up, in my fight or flight I always thought I’d run, but it turns out… I freeze. My back hurts from how tense it is, I’m terrified to move and see what could be going on. But then, I’m surrounded… by larger than life wolves. I gulp, my eyes wide as I try to assess the situations. I prepared myself for vampires, not a pack of wolves! This is how I’m going to die. Shredded by their sharp teeth as I scream out and no one around to hear my cries. I bet there won’t be anything left of me for someone to find.

Yet so familiar that it shattered the wall I had been holding up. “Hello? Harriet.” The moment I heard my brother’s voice, tears poured down my face. “Bro…” I managed only a single word before my voice broke. When I carried the burden of three lives on my shoulders, I did not cry. When I was diagnosed with leukemia, I did not cry. When I discovered I had been deceived, I did not cry. Even when the last drop of blood left my body, I did not cry. Now… Now I could hear my brother’s voice.

“He’s built his entire plan around the version of Declan Callahan who inherited a war and the version of Seraphina Conti who married into one for convenience. He hasn’t accounted for what happens when those two people actually start fighting on the same side.” Behind him, the first real light of morning spilled through the study windows, gilding the edges of the map, the pins, the careful, furious calculations of a man determined to win a war he hadn’t started. I thought of my father somewhere in the dark, of Nico Ferretti’s name already crossed out before we’d even had the chance to find him, of the photograph still folded in my pocket like a wound I couldn’t stop touching. “Then let’s give

“Thank you” He waved me off, then I got in. The first wave of attack was the filth, the strewn pieces of paper, the rat traps and the empty containers of take away packs. The second wave was the stench, the warm, clogged metallic stench of blood. It seemed to be coming from the seats and emanating from the very being of the man. I scrunched my eyebrows but said nothing. Had he been injured?. I sniffed again; that was too much blood to come out of one person and survive.

These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back. And I’m standing in the middle of a room that’s a shrine to the girl my brother killed. My fingers go numb around the folder I’m holding. There’s a keyboard pushed into the corner, sheet music piled on top of it and scattered on the floor around it. Some of the pages have notes written in the margins in handwriting that’s not his, loopy and young with little hearts drawn next to certain sections. Her handwriting. The air feels too thick to pull into my lungs properly.

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.