Blood Wings Military Novels & Stories

An Umbra child, nine years old, was dragged screaming by two mercenaries. Then— A knife slammed into one throat. A bullet tore through the other. Aria, masked in black, with a blood-slicked blade, stepped into the chaos. “Nobody takes another one of mine.” Behind her: six ex-Wraiths, armed to the teeth. Beside her: Roji, piloting a remote tank through fire and smoke. Above: Drones bearing a single flag. ☉ — The mark of resurrection. The sigil of vengeance. Bloodstorm had begun.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

The look wasn’t rage. It was betrayal. Like he’d never believed she’d do it. He fell backward, thudding against the blood-slicked floor. Dead. The gun slipped from Raven’s hand. She dropped beside Reyes, sobbing now — all the weight of the moment crashing down. “You’re hurt!” she gasped, grabbing his vest, her shaking hands fumbling for the wound. Reyes groaned, gritting his teeth, his good hand wrapping gently around her wrist to stop her panic.

The once tranquil woods now lay shattered and desolate, transformed into a haunting testament to the violence that had mercilessly unfolded. The king, Melina, and Beta Kristen stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the lifeless bodies of their fallen comrades. Vibrant armor now dulled by the stains of spilled blood, each fallen soldier testified to the price paid in loyalty and duty.

"Grace, you're still better off in a car." Anna frowned at me. "No, I can definitely fly!" I looked at the place where my hand was cut, because it was only broken skin and quickly recovered intact. So finally ...... I chose to take the car. Once again, a great battle broke out at the border, and the Bloodbats and the Bloods led by Peter formed a huge shadow in the sky, with no end in sight. Quintas and Duke Amos , who also led the Blood army to meet the battle, fell in mid-air like black and red raindrops.

Little was an overstatement. Human blood was red in nature. It could be light or dark red, but purple was never the case. So, little was indeed an overstatement. The blood leaked more and more and his eyes fascinatedly pinned on the wound on the wrist. However, Amino was so green in terms of an underworld fight. “You shouldn’t take your eyes off the enemy. You’ll die the moment you do.” Eagle warned him as he snapped his fingers. SNAP!

And the green silk of her gown, plus the delicate gold embroidery that lines its hems, is clearly identifiable as Blood Moon ceremonial garb. “That’s the Blood Moon Beta’s daughter!” The second scout calls sharply, crouching down next to her and slapping her gently in the face to see if she’ll wake up. Her wounds are extensive. Deep lacerations wrap around all her limbs, and there’s a nasty bump on the back of her head. “She’s the Beta now,” Beta Brooks corrects. “Her father was killed in one of the recent rogue attacks, remember? She’s big news.” He switches to a few other examinations–checking her pulse, her breathing, pulling at her eyelids to see if she’ll wake up. “She’s out cold,” he s

The last rays of dusk clung stubbornly to the horizon as the Bloodmoon war host assembled at the gates. The air was cold and sharp, carrying the scent of iron and pine sap. War banners snapped in the rising wind—black and silver, the sigil of the moon, the mark of vengeance.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.