Novel & Cerita Blood Warlock

_____ *Elise’s POV* Everyone’s voices shushed and silence filled the room as the leader of the Wolf Counsel, Dudley Evans, announced the arrival of the Blood Moon Alpha. The large, white doors to the ballroom opened slowly and there stood Shaun Dire, Alpha of Blood Moon. He had his mother’s arm in his. She was Summer Dire, the Luna to the late Alpha. Her partner had vanished into what seemed thin air. Our pack and many others spent days and nights looking for him. We only knew he was gone by the pain in Summer’s heart.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Trip said. “You all got what you wanted. You wanted me to patch in, just not with the Warriors, right? I’ll let you in on a little secret, Trip. Blood will flow real soon. It will be the last MC war for a very long time, because I’m going to cut down every single person that had anything to do with the attack on my club, and trust me when I say, I’m the only person capable of keeping that promise.” “And you think the Reapers did this? Why the fuck would I want Bandit dead?”

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends. The leader wolf of the group of assassins looked straight into Ezra's eyes. “What do you guys want to do?” Windy did not hesitate but directly asked the question she wanted to know. Windy's response to that question was a loud laugh from the enemy. Their leader still looked at Ezra sternly; he didn't laugh at Windy or react. "Didn't expect that the one who was called the great warrior of the tribe had such a stupid subordinate?" "Who do you say is the fool?"

Al finally spoke, "And she is no longer just a wolf—" "You," the man growled, glaring at Al then back at Amber, "You brought a vampire into my realm... And not just any vampire... Alrick," Veering around, Amber and Al were still on their knees, not meeting my eyes. Alrick? That's his full name, but he shortensed it to Al, why? "Kill him," Robert looked over his shoulder, "No!" I screamed out, "Do you know who he is? Did he tell you? About his father—"

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

So much blood everywhere. My father had managed to coerce the Rivers man: the greatest warlock of all time to fight on our side. The man was truly a formidable force to be reckoned with and with his help, we had won all the previous battles. The high of our wins had gotten to our heads and we knew with the warlock on our side, we would finally win the biggest battle and the war and my father will achieve his goal: finally be superior to the other vampire clans and rule them. His thirst for more power was bigger than anything I had ever seen.

Father shook his head. “She declined it. She made an announcement, much more like a curse, drenched in blood, standing in the bloodied pool of dead bodies in the middle of the battlefield, looking dead into Micah’s eyes. She declared that, like Micah had made her and her bloodline suffer… the demonic werewolves will return and wage sixty-six wars against the outer world. In each war, the outer world would be trashed by evil not just from the demonics but by their own people as well,” father said.