Blood War Book Novels & Stories

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

***Please note this book begins with events that occurred in South before progressing past the end of West*** Marigold The bear shifters waging war against the wolves was a horrendous part of the lupine species’ recent past, one that no one wanted to see a repeat of. My heart ached from the mere thought of all the lives lost on both sides of the battle, but I was a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. Take the war for instance.

“They are in our way. They are all in our way. And in order for us to have what we deserve, what was stolen from us—our lands, our autonomy, our power—we need the use of our fighters. Our army.” “The vampires?” I whisper as a tremor runs through me. “Yes. It is your blood that will bring them back to us. In order for our mission to be successful, you must die.” And now it’s like the orbs are dancing, bobbing up and down, and I don’t know if that means they’re coming closer or what. My heart hammers against my ribs, and all I need to do is shift. Right, that’s all I have to do. My wolf will protect me.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

When it cleared, only glass and bones floated on bubbles that popped with tiny screams. War lifted his sword and brought it down. The strike split the world. Stone cratered, sand flew, wolves tumbled as if mountains had been kicked. The edge of his blade slammed where I stood—earth caved, sparks scattered, dust choked the air. When it cleared, Hollowflame curled around me like an unbroken crown. War snarled. His teeth were red, his eyes molten. “You cannot burn me. I am the first blood spilt. The scream in the cradle. The hunger that makes men carve each other open.”

I tightened my grip on her hand, torn between the duty to protect my people and the grim reality of our limited capabilities. The courtyard was a battleground, illuminated by the flickering flames of burning buildings. Werewolves, Lycans, and halfbreeds fought for their lives, and the ground was stained with blood. My heart ached at the sight of familiar faces, brave soldiers and citizens alike, falling beneath the onslaught.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Her shots sparked against the walls near Dario’s head, driving him stumbling toward the exit. Around me, the battle raged. Enzo’s cries broke through the smoke as his wife dragged him deeper into cover, blood pouring from her wounded arm. Sasha crawled across the ground, shielding her head as bullets tore through the table above her. More of our allies fell…men whose names I had only just learned, their blood mingling into rivers on the floor. And I was still on the ground, my hands painted in my father’s blood. His body was limp, his face pale.